The clatter of steel echoed through the marble corridor as the knights dragged Hayden's mother away. Her wrists were bound in iron cuffs, her face pale but defiant. She didn't look back, not even once. The sound of her chains scraping across the stone floor felt heavier than the silence that followed.
Hayden stood frozen beside me, his expression blank—almost too blank, as though every shred of emotion had been ripped from him. His chest rose and fell unsteadily. I could see him clenching and unclenching his fists, struggling to hold himself together.
"Are you alright?" I asked softly, stepping closer. It's the fiancée's job is to comfort her fiancé in this situation. So, that's what I am going to do now.
Comfort him.
