Chapter 50

The day of my trial arrived quickly, a looming specter of uncertainty and dread. I stood before the mirror in my small, dressed elegantly in a midnight-blue gown that clung to my form like a second skin. The dress was a choice made with purpose - to defy the accusations thrust upon me and to showcase my confidence in the face of adversity. Beside me, the person I had grown closer to with each passing day, Xander, watched in silence. His brooding eyes, a stormy gray that mirrored the turmoil of his wolf, held a hint of surprise as they roamed over my figure. His presence was a balm to my frayed nerves, but there was no time to linger in the embrace of our budding emotions. "Grace," he whispered my name, a promise and a plea in one, his voice low and soothing. I turned to face him, aware of the urgency of the impending trial. The accusations against me were dire, and my fate hung in the balance. Not only my position as heir was in danger but also Xander’s reputation was hanging by the th