Demian turned and walked away without looking back.
Far away, unbeknownst to him, Valerie stood behind the castle window, staring out at the empty courtyard with a shattered heart. She thought Demian had left her behind she did not know that he had just chosen to stand between two worlds bent on destroying each other.
And from that night on, everything changed.
It was no longer about who was loved.
But about who would survive.
After Demian left leaving behind air still trembling with threats and words that could never be taken back Ivanka stood alone in the room for a long time. Her hands were clenched, her nails digging into her palms until they hurt, yet the pain was nothing compared to the storm raging in her chest.
She turned sharply, her steps quick and cutting, her gown whispering in the wake of her fury. Without hesitation, Ivanka headed for the eastern wing where her father usually spent his nights buried in reports and political calculations.
