My heart raced as I stared at the name on the list. Princess Lydia.
It felt like the world had gone silent, the letters burning into my mind with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. I barely heard Elara's question, her voice distant and muffled like it was coming from underwater.
"Is something wrong?" she asked again, her tone curious but tinged with concern.
I forced myself to blink, shaking off the weight of my thoughts as I turned to her with a soft smile. "No, nothing's wrong," I said, my voice calm and steady. "I just got lost in thought for a moment."
Elara's brows knit together, but she didn't press further. Instead, she leaned closer, pointing to another name on the list. "This one—Lord Everett—he's an old friend of Father's. You'll like him. He's quite charming."
