Alexander’s POV
The final vows ring through the throne room, binding and absolute. Instantly, applause erupts and the crowd roars with celebration, but something falls over me. The sound becomes distant, like someone is pressing cotton into my ears.
It becomes more like a buzz in my head.
Camila’s hand squeezes mine, anchoring me to the present, but I can’t ignore the strange feeling even as her fingers tighten around mine.
When I peer down at her, she’s smiling widely… happily—which is how I should be reacting. I just got engaged to my mate. This is what’s supposed to happen. It’s also necessary for the good of the kingdom.
So why do I feel…
I scan the room as I lift my gaze, and that’s when I spot Layla.
Or more accurately, I spot Layla’s back as she turns and runs from the
