Adrian’s POV

The Weight of Want

The morning light filtered through the tall windows of my office, but it did nothing to clear my head. It had been three days—three long, exhausting days—since the dinner at my father’s house, and my mind had not known a single moment of peace since.

Not because of him.

Not because of the poison he spit about my mother.

Not because of the empire constantly threatening to collapse under the weight of greed and betrayal.

No.

Because of her.

Because of ...