His eyes narrow, and for a moment, I wonder if he's angry that I didn’t tell him. Is he mad at me? I can't tell, but the way he looks at me makes my stomach twist. What we've just done would be considered a disgrace to some families, something completely unacceptable, something shameful. A princess is not supposed to give herself to anyone but her intended husband. It’s a rule, a tradition that has been upheld for generations. Not all kingdoms feel this way, but some are still stuck in the past, unwilling to change, clinging to their outdated beliefs. Some even have laws forbidding such actions. I don't know how my brother would feel if he ever found out what I had done tonight. Would he be furious? Disappointed? Shocked? I don’t have an answer to that. But in all honesty, I don't care. I’ve spent my entire life worrying about things beyond my control, carrying burdens placed upon me since childhood. I’ve been shackled by expectations, rules, and responsibilities that have left little room for my own desires. And now? Now I simply don’t have it in me to care what anyone thinks anymore.