Eadric's pov
The weight of the crown felt heavier than usual as I pored over the endless stack of documents in front of me. Every decision seemed to carry the fate of the kingdom, and I couldn't afford to make a mistake. My focus was unwavering, but even as I scribbled notes and signed decrees, a part of me knew I was neglecting something important or rather, someone.
"Eadric," a soft yet firm voice called out, interrupting my thoughts.
I looked up to see Aria standing in the doorway of my study, her eyes filled with an intensity that demanded my attention. "Aria," I acknowledged, trying to keep my tone neutral. "I'm quite busy at the moment. Can this wait?"
Her lips pressed into a thin line. "No, it can't," she said, stepping into the room. "We need to talk."
I sighed, setting down my quill. "What is it?"
"It's about us," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "About how you've been treating me."
I frowned. "I don't understand. What do you mean?"
