-Lucien Draven:
I told myself I wouldn't beg.
I told myself I wouldn't be pathetic.
But when love starts slipping through your fingers when the person you need starts pulling away without a word—logic doesn't matter. Pride doesn't matter.
Only desperation does.
I sat on the bed, staring at the door.
Waiting.
Listening.
The candlelight flickered against the cold stone walls, casting long shadows across the room. My food sat untouched on the tray beside me, growing cold.
She was late.
Again.
It had been a week now. A week of silence. A week of pretending that nothing had changed.
Except everything had.
At first, I told myself she was just busy. That the King had called for her, that she had duties to attend to. But then she stopped staying the night. Stopped lingering after training. Stopped looking at me the same way she used to.
And worst of all—
She stopped saying it back.
