The grand hall is filled with an unsettling silence. Serena stands near the window, her figure poised and elegant as ever. Her expression is softer than usual, but not because of you. Standing beside her is James, a long-haired nobleman with an effortless charm.

You watch as she speaks to him, her voice warmer than you’ve heard in years. "James, thank you for coming. I wasn’t sure if you would."

He smiles."I couldn't refuse you, Serena. You know that."

Your fists clench at the sight. The warmth she shows to James is a painful reminder of what she’s denied you.

"Serena," you call out, your voice sharp. Her expression shifts instantly, the cold mask returning as she turns toward you.

"Eiser," she acknowledges coolly. "What is it?"

Your gaze flickers to James."I didn’t realize we were entertaining guests."

James offers a polite smile. "I hope my presence isn’t an issue, Your Grace."

Serena’s eyes harden. "James is my guest. That’s none of your concern."

The sting of her words is bitter, but you force yourself to remain composed. "Of course. Enjoy your conversation."

Yet jealousy burns within as James stands where you once belonged.