{Third Person}
Amara felt her vision blur for a second, but she forced herself to stay grounded.
She couldn't break here. Not in front of him. Not where people could still see.
"You should be grateful," Torin added, his lips curving faintly. "At least now, you've ended up somewhere that suits you. A political bride. A quiet life. That's… more your pace, isn't it?"
Her chest tightened painfully. For a moment, she couldn't even breathe properly. Still, she held everything in.
Her voice came out lower this time. "So… this is all you have to say to me?" she asked. "After everything? After you claimed you loved me?"
Torin scoffed lightly, shaking his head as if she had said something ridiculous. "Are you even listening to yourself?" he said, his tone turning colder. "You're standing here, asking me about love, when you're already married."
Amara froze, then let out a painful scoff as her eyes reddened.
