William finally turned to face her, his expression etched with the weary resignation of a man who had borne the weight of too many battles, both within and without. His voice, when it came, was soft but laced with the bitterness of betrayal, a whisper that carried the burden of all his doubts and fears. "How can I not?" he murmured, the words heavy as if they cost him a piece of his soul to utter. "When every time I look at you, I wonder who you truly are. When every word you speak feels like a trap waiting to be sprung."
