Lyla's question made her furrow twitch. Her pupils darted like a lost pup.
"Trust?" she snapped.
"Yes, a trust between spouses. Between a wife and a husband. Isn't that part of your vow? To believe in one another?"
Elara flinched. Her gaze slid toward the mirror, catching her own reflection, a tiara perched delicately on her head.
"But Lyla, we're not a normal husband and wife. The prince treats me kindly, says sweet things that make me smile… but that's only because he hasn't seen the worst of me. And… royals don't live like normal couples. Trust?" Elara let out a dry chuckle.
"I can't even tell if I'm truly strong or just faking it. How could I trust someone else?" She kept laughing, bitter and small. "The prince himself warned me before leaving for war, not to trust him too easily."
