Jannelle
My hands were shaking as I dusted the ornate mirror in Adrian's chambers. They'd been shaking for three days straight, ever since I'd seen those letters burning in his fireplace with my name written across them in his familiar script. Every time I tried to focus on my duties, my mind drifted back to that moment, the way his eyes had met mine across the room, the truth hanging between us like a sword.
I couldn't make sense of it. If he was writing letters to me, why was he burning them? Why did he continue to treat me like dirt beneath his boots while penning words meant for me in private? The questions tormented me, making simple tasks feel impossible.
