Abelard looked straight into my eyes and, with a heavy, contrite bow, said, "I apologize for lying to you, Milady! I want to know why you, Milady, are seeking Jacquetta. I have only ever served you— you are the one soul I am willing to devote myself to."
I sighed, the sound heavy with a weariness I could no longer hide. Trust, once freely given, now felt like a fragile spark in the encroaching darkness.
I had learned that I could not afford to trust blindly—one betrayal was enough, and I was determined never to be deceived a second time. Ever since I had doubts about Abelard's loyalty, I wondered if he might be colluding with another, sabotaging every plan I set forth. I forced myself to think clearly, knowing this was the biggest mistake I could ever make if I did not keep watch over him.
"Raise your head," I commanded softly but firmly. Abelard was the only person I had truly trusted. Losing him would shatter me beyond repair—betrayal a second time was an unbearable thought.
