"She doesn’t belong to you anymore."

Therion's voice sliced through the charged silence. Deep, cold, final.

The words still rang in the air as Caelira stormed from the throne room, her footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors like thunder in a storm-ridden sky.

The heavy doors boomed shut behind her.

The silence that followed was not calm — it was a strain. A bow pulled too tight. The weight of everything unsaid hung between the king and the two men who dared show their ...