Chapter Fourty One

Scarlett’s POV

Confusion swirled within me as the cacophony of battle seeped through the thick walls of the palace. My heart pounded in my chest, each thud echoing the fear that coursed through my veins. The palace was meant to be our sanctuary, fortified and guarded against any threat, yet the sounds of war drew nearer, defying all logic.

I rushed to the window, peering out with trepidation, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was unfolding. The courtyard below was a chaotic tableau of swirling dust, glinting weapons, and the clash of bodies locked in combat. The enemy forces pressed forward with a relentless determination, their war cries piercing the air, inching closer to the palace.

Dread tightened its grip around my heart, and I clutched at the fabric of my gown, feeling its silky texture slip through my trembling fingers. The safety of the palace felt fragile, as though it could crumble at any moment under the weight of the encroaching darkness.

Where was Marco? I longed for