Chapter 103:

The air in our chambers is warm, carrying the lingering scent of firewood and the faint scent of Caspian's cologne.

The grand feast in our honor had stretched late into the night, and though my body is exhausted, my mind is far from settled.

Caspian shuts the door behind us, locking out the world. His silver eyes flick to mine, dark with something unreadable.

Power lingers in the room, the weight of the King's decree still settling in my bones.

Princess Delilah.

The title feels foreign, like a crown that doesn't quite fit.

"You're quiet," he murmurs, stepping closer. "Too quiet."

I shrug, toying with the jeweled pin in my hair. "I suppose I'm still processing."

Caspian smirks, tilting his head. "Processing the fact that you're no longer an outcast? That you're royalty now?"