Genevieve's hand trembled as she crumbled the threatening note in her fist. This note felt too personal. She looked around her chambers and felt a sense of unease. She knew she was in danger. That there were people who wanted her dead.
"I'm not going to let them win," Genevieve thought, her jaw setting in determination. " I'm not going to back down."
As she walked down to the garden. Genevieve felt a sense of resolve. She was going to face her enemies head-on, no matter what.
Edric, who was coming from his study, saw her sitting among flowers in the garden and he stared at her. Genevieve turned at that moment and their eyes locked. He approached her. For a moment they both just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.
Edric was the one to break the silence. " Genevieve, you are here; I was just taking a stroll," Edric said, his voice low and gentle. " Are you okay?"
