Chapter 7: Whispers in the Dark

Seraphina drifted through the ballroom, weaving between nobles who regarded her with barely veiled curiosity. Adrian had been pulled away by a group of lords, leaving her momentarily unguarded. It was an opportunity she wouldn't waste.

Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on a familiar figure—Duke Laurent d'Este, one of her father's former allies. He was speaking with a group of courtiers, but the moment his gaze met hers, something flickered in his expression. Recognition.

And something else.

She made her way toward him, a polite smile fixed on her lips. As she approached, Laurent dismissed his company and turned to her, bowing slightly.

"Your Grace," he greeted smoothly, though there was tension beneath his words. "You look radiant this evening."

Seraphina tilted her head. "Flattery from my father's former friend? I must admit, I am surprised."

Laurent's expression remained unreadable. "There is much that surprises me these days." His gaze flickered over her shoulder before he murmured, "Care for a walk, Duchess?"

She hesitated. It was risky, but she needed answers. With a composed nod, she allowed him to lead her toward the open balcony, where the cool night air carried the scent of roses.

Laurent rested his hands on the stone railing, staring out at the darkened gardens. "Your father was a great man," he said softly. "He did not deserve his fate."

Seraphina's breath hitched, but she kept her voice steady. "Then why did you stand by and let it happen?"

Laurent's jaw clenched. "You think I had a choice?" He exhaled sharply, turning to face her. "Your father trusted the wrong people. He believed in alliances that were already doomed. By the time he realized the web he was caught in, it was too late."

A chill crept down her spine. "What web?"

Laurent hesitated before lowering his voice. "There was more at play that night than mere betrayal, Seraphina. Your father was a threat—not just to Adrian, but to others who wield power behind the throne."

Seraphina frowned. "Who?"

Before Laurent could answer, footsteps echoed behind them.

Adrian.

He strode toward them, his presence commanding, his silver eyes unreadable. "Is my wife enjoying the fresh air?"

Laurent immediately straightened, the careful mask of a courtier slipping back into place. "We were merely reminiscing about old times, Your Grace."

Adrian's gaze flickered between them before he extended his hand toward Seraphina. "Shall we return, wife?"

Seraphina knew a command when she heard one.

With one last glance at Laurent, she placed her hand in Adrian's and allowed him to lead her back inside.

As they reentered the ballroom, Adrian leaned down, his voice a low whisper against her ear.

"Be careful who you trust, Seraphina."

Her pulse quickened, but she met his gaze with unwavering defiance.

And you, husband? she thought bitterly. Should I trust you?