It's been a week since that night, the one that should have brought us closer together, but instead seems to have pushed Elara further away. I can feel the distance growing between us, like a chasm that widens with each passing day. It's not just physical it's something deeper, something more profound.
The castle feels different now, as if the walls themselves are echoing the tension between us. The grand halls that once felt warm and inviting are now cold and oppressive, the stone floors beneath my feet sending chills up my spine.
Even the air feels thicker, harder to breathe, as if the weight of our unspoken words is pressing down on us both.
I find myself pacing our chambers, my mind racing with thoughts of Elara. Every time I see her, she's lost in thought, her brow furrowed, her eyes distant. I want to reach out to her, to pull her back to me, but every time I try, she pulls away, as if my touch is too much to bear.
