(Amelia)
I tightened my grip on my mother's hand, pulling her further down the dimly lit hallway until they were far from prying eyes and ears.
The walls of the castle, cold and unyielding, seemed to echo my anger, amplifying the tension between us. I whirled around to face my mother, eyes blazing with fury.
"What the heck was that?" My voice was low but sharp, the words cutting through the silence like a blade.
My mother, still flustered, took a step back, her eyes darting around to see if anyone was listening.
"I don't even know myself!" she stammered.
"I only went there to warn him. To make sure he knew not to harm you. But then… then we started arguing, and I don't know, one minute we were at each other's throats, and the next…"
"And the next, you were kissing!" I finished for her, my voice dripping with disbelief.