Chapter 49
Dafa's POV: You're My Future Wife
And here I was standing before Armand and Alayna in the quiet courtyard of the Government Hall. The sunlight felt wrong. Too bright. Too exposing.
Maybe because it hummed with those two people enjoying a conversation.
They stood close. Too close.
Armand listened to her with that focused smile of his, posture relaxed yet intent, the kind of posture men adopt when they are genuinely intrigued. Alayna's face was bright, animated, her hands sketching shapes as she explained something to him. They spoke like they shared a language I didn't speak. Private jokes? The exam? Moments I hadn't been part of.
My hands curled into fists at my sides. My eyes sharp, trained, territorial and narrowed on the sight of her flushed face angled toward his.
It was the wrong equation. One that begged correction.
"What kind of tea?" I asked, my tone deceptively calm. I wasn't asking about leaves.
I was asking about the foundation of their familiarity.
