Hadrian held my hand firmly as we made our way back to the castle. His silence was heavy, his gaze distant, lost in thought. Each time our eyes met, I offered him a smile, and though he returned it fleetingly, it was clear his mind was elsewhere. A nagging feeling settled in my chest, a sense that something weighed on him, something he wasn’t sharing. I couldn’t help but wonder what had transpired during his private conversation with the Princess. Whatever it was, I felt certain it was the ...