Samuel, listening to Ophelia's words, felt the weight of her disappointment settle on his shoulders. He nodded solemnly, recognizing the validity of her concerns.
"I apologize, Your Grace. It was an oversight on my part, and I understand the importance of maintaining a certain decorum," he admitted, his voice carrying a genuine sense of regret. "I should have informed you of my schedule, and for that, I am truly sorry."
The room, now a battlefield of restrained emotions, witnessed the acknowledgment of a misstep. Samuel's azure eyes met Ophelia's crimson ones, searching for a flicker of understanding amid the frosty atmosphere.
Ophelia, maintaining her composed facade, acknowledged his apology with a subtle nod. The air remained charged with unspoken tensions, and the distance between them seemed to widen with every passing moment.
