Do you love her?

I stood before Leora, my heart heavy with confusion and hurt. This was the first time Leora had ever refused my presence, and it stung more than I cared to admit. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the silence between us was a chasm I couldn't bridge. But before I could speak, Ava stepped forward, her presence imposing as she interjected.

"If Leora doesn't want you here, your majesty, then perhaps you should leave," Ava said coolly, her eyes narrowed with a hint of hostility that seemed to darken the very atmosphere.

My anger flared at Ava's words, my frustration bubbling to the surface like a tempest within. "And who are you to tell me where I can and cannot go?" I snapped, my voice sharp with indignation, echoing off the stone walls of the chamber.