Daedric buried himself in his work, desperately trying to drown out thoughts of Dahlia. Yet, no matter how hard he focused, her presence lingered in the corners of his mind. With a sigh, he placed the quill pen down on the table and leaned back in his chair, his chest tightening as jealousy and betrayal clawed at him.
'She claims to have no memories, and her actions seem to prove it,' he thought bitterly. His mind churned with conflicting emotions. "No, I can't hurt her," he murmured under his breath, clenching his fists. "But what about the love I still carry for her? What am I supposed to do with that?"
His brooding was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. A female servant entered, bowing her head respectfully. "Your Royal Highness, pardon me for the intrusion, but the Queen wishes to see you."
Daedric's eyes flickered with momentary frustration, but he quickly masked it. "Sure."
