IVAN POV
As I left the dimly lit bedroom with my Arianne, the tension between us could stick out a mile. Each step we took down the ornate hall was filled with a silent determination, our eyes fixed ahead on the task that lay before us. Arianne's usually serene expression was replaced with a fierce glare, her brows furrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line. I could feel the anger radiating from her, a fiery energy that seemed to ignite the air around us.
I matched her intensity, my own emotions roiling beneath the surface as we approached the grand doors of the throne room. With a deep breath, I pushed them open, revealing the opulent chamber beyond. The room was filled with courtiers and advisors, their murmurs falling silent as they turned to watch our entrance.
