Inside the carriage, there was only Eiravyne and Ilkar.
The pain in her chest was unbearable, a crushing sensation that made it hard to breathe.
Eiravyne sat slumped, too broken to lift her head. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her body trembled with the weight of her despair.
Slowly, she forced herself to look up at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
"I… I didn't," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She shook her head, trying to find the strength to defend herself. "I would never… I was trying to escape, to find a way out…"
Ilkar's gaze remained cold and unyielding, his eyes boring into hers with a relentless intensity.
"Do you really think," he continued, his voice unyielding, "that playing the victim will change anything?."
Eiravyne's lower lip quivered as she struggled to form a coherent response. The desperation in her eyes was palpable.
