sighed.
Two nights later, the Midwinter Ball commenced.
Nobles arrived with their wives–including Isabeau and Duke Lucian, their fingers entwined, their affection obvious to all. The duke even adjusted Isabeau’s gown tenderly as they sat, their harmony a perfect display,
“His Majesty, the King!”
Lord Chamberlain’s voice rang through the hell, and everyone rose to how
Elvira followed behind Alistair, his expression as cold and detached as ever. Yet, she couldn’t help but notice that his gaze often lingered on Isabeau and the fourth prince.
He was jealous, but he did not show it
As the banquet proceeded, Alistair’s presence became more oppressive. Suddenly, a large hand pulled Elvira into his embrace.
Panicked, Elvira realized too late what was happening, as she heard the fabric of her gown rip
“Your Majesty… please not here…” she pleaded, her voice trembling
“I cake what I want, where I want,” he growled, tearing her dress.
Elvira caught a glimpse of Isabeau, her face pale, chitching a handkerchief rightly
Only then did s
I she realize–This was never about her. He just wanted Isabeau to hurt.
But what about her?
a
She was a woman too. Had he ever considered how
w mortifying this situation was for her?
The entire hall of nobles turned their backs, even the musicians had stopped playing. The vast chamber fell into eerie silence, save for the tearing of fabric
and Elvira’s stifled sobs.
When Alistair finally finished, standing and adjusting his attire, Elvira lay crumpled on the throne, her clothes in tatters, utterly disheveled.
Allistair did not spare her a glance as be walked past her toward the exit.
The courtiers remained with their backs turned, as though nothing had happened.
Elvira curled on the floor, her nails digging into her palms. In this moment, she understood. In Alistair’s eyes, she wasn’t even human.
After the banquet, Elvira dragged her exhausted body back to her chambers. Her legs were weak from the ordeal.
Suddenly, a force shoved her into the icy water of a lako.
She struggled desperately, coughing up the bitter water, her hands just brushing the stones at the shore before being shoved back under.
“Help”
