Tension hung heavily in James's study as Lady Eleanor faced him, her stance rigid and her voice cutting. "This has gone on long enough, James," she stated, her tone deceptively serene. "You're jeopardizing everything for… her." James reclined in his chair, maintaining a calm demeanor. "And what exactly am I jeopardizing, Eleanor? Your approval?" Eleanor's gaze sharpened, her composure beginning to unravel. "Your reputation. Your future. She doesn't belong here, and everyone is aware of it. If you don't send her away, the gossip will ruin you."
Rising to his feet, James moved with purpose and control. "I've made my decision, Eleanor. Whatever the outcome, I will not be coerced into doing what you want." Eleanor's lips tightened, her voice quaking with anger. "You'll come to regret this. I'll ensure it." With that, she stormed out, her footsteps reverberating down the corridor. James watched her leave, his jaw clenched. He hadn't noticed Amara lingering just outside the study until she stepped into view.
"Is it true?" she asked quietly. "Am I the one ruining everything for you?" James's expression softened, but he hesitated before responding. Finally, he replied, "You've transformed everything. That's not the same as ruining it." His words left her in turmoil, her heart caught between the solace of his presence and the upheaval she knew her existence was causing.