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~Elara's POV
I watched Darlon leave the room, his steps silent but firm. I tried to remember what had happened last night, my head still fuzzy from the wine. Did I say something stupid? Did I spill anything? Did I make a fool of myself? I pressed my hands to my face and shook my head. "Please… please, I didn't do anything wrong," I whispered to myself, more like a prayer than anything else.
The quiet was broken by a soft knock on the door. I blinked, startled, and whispered, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Your Majesty," came Lydia's calm, professional voice from the other side.
I hurriedly tried to sit up straighter, smoothing my hair with shaking hands. "Come in," I managed to say.
