Elara dressed herself in silence, taking extra care to smooth every crease from her gown before fastening the final ribbon.
The movements were slow and unfamiliar to her.
True to her father's words, she had been left to fend for herself ever since he issue her punishment.
No maid entered her chambers anymore, and no one offered to help with even the simplest task.
She still had not gathered the courage to wash her own clothes, but she had learned to bathe herself and prepare for the day without assistance.
It had not been easy. Every morning reminded her of how different her life had become, yet she refused to complain. If this was the price she had to pay for chasing the future she desired, then she would endure it.
Today, however, she had made up her mind.
She was going to see the crown prince again.
Her father's disapproval no longer mattered. She had already visited Adrian twice despite his warnings and punishment and today would be no different.
