Ivan rode as quickly as he could through the paths leading back to the palace.
His horse moved fast beneath him, but his thoughts were even faster.
Klara's words kept coming back to him.
Maybe he should tell Lydia the truth.
Maybe, if she knew what had really happened, some of the hurt between them would finally begin to heal.
Maybe she would understand that he had never wanted to leave her.
Maybe there was still a chance for them.
Ivan shook his head.
He did not know.
He had thought about telling her so many times, but every time he imagined standing in front of Lydia and explaining everything, he became afraid.
What if it changed nothing?
What if she still hated him?
What if telling her the truth only caused her more pain?
He tightened his hold on the reins.
He was conflicted.
But one thing was clear.
He needed to see Lydia.
