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Aria's pov.

The journey back to my father's castle was quiet, but the silence in the carriage felt heavier than ever, like a thick blanket pressing down on me. It was the kind of silence that made it hard to breathe, as if the air itself had been stolen away. My hands rested on my lap, clenched tightly together, as if holding onto something would stop the whirlwind of emotions inside me