At The Royal Chapel...
Silas stood frozen, his hand still hovering in the air where I had slapped it away.
"Fake?" he whispered. The word sounded like glass breaking in his throat.
"She used you," I said, gripping my rapier. "You're not my 'fated' partner, Silas. You're just another puppet with a false memory."
Silas began to shake.
"No," he mumbled. "No. It was real. I felt it. I felt your hand. I smelled the roses."
He grabbed his head, his fingers digging into his scalp. The Golden Eye tattoo on his neck flared violently, pulsing with angry light.
"SHE'S LYING!"
The scream didn't come from Silas. It came from Prince Cassian, who was watching from the altar.
"Don't listen to her, Silas!" Cassian shouted, his voice laced with [Suggestion] magic. "She has forgotten you! She abandoned you! Make her remember!"
Silas looked at me. The adoration in his eyes fractured, replaced by a void of pure, black insanity.
"You..." Silas choked out. "You forgot me?"
