She left the cell with a sense of purpose, her steps firm and measured as she ascended the stairs and made her way back to her chambers. The palace was quiet in the early morning hours, the stillness a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within her.
But she knew what she had to do.
There was no more hesitation, no more wavering. Alexander's confession had laid bare the truth, and while it had shattered her heart, it had also given her the clarity she so desperately needed. He had made his choice, and now, she would make hers.
When she reached her room, she closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. The sun was just beginning to rise, its light spilling in through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor.
She walked to her desk, sitting down and pulling out a sheet of parchment. With steady hands, she began to write, her pen scratching across the paper as she laid out the details of her decision.
