EMILIA’S POV

The night air felt heavier than usual—thick, cold, and humming with something I couldn’t name. Damien walked beside me, our steps echoing softly against the stone path leading to the palace. For a long stretch, neither of us said a word. It wasn’t silence born from comfort; it was the kind that made your skin prickle, like the world was holding its breath.

Every few minutes, Damien slowed… then stopped completely.

Again.

I sighed and stopped with him. “Damien—”

“I just…” He dragged a hand through his hair, eyes darting everywhere except mine. “Emilia, this is not a good idea. My brother hates me. He always has. He...