The storm raged over the gardens, but you barely felt it, your tears had already blurred the world. Jack’s laughter, his charming words, all seemed cruel now that you’d seen him with another. A farmer’s wife. The prince meant to be your future had shattered your heart.

You sank against the cold stone, choking on sobs, until the rain suddenly ceased above you. A heavy cloak shielded you, drops drumming against steel. You looked up—Evander.

“Your Highness?” His voice was low, steady, yet worried. “Why are you out here? Should I take you to your chambers?”

“Evander? You’re not at the gate?”

He shook his head, rain sliding down his cheek. “No. Others stand watch tonight. But you…” his gaze lingered, “you’ve been crying. What has happened?”

The silence between you deepened as he waited for your response, broken only by the storm, until Evander drew nearer, his cloak spread wider. As if he wanted to shield you not just from the rain, but from the world itself.