The Ultimatum

Rosalind’s voice remained flat. Yet the raw, cutting scorn in her eyes pinned Ophelia in place, trapping her in the suffocating shadows of the miserable room. The stench of rotting wood and damp earth hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the luxurious perfumes of the estate they both knew.

"Make your choice," Rosalind demanded, her gaze unwavering. "Officially write the letter cutting all t