"You're serious," Yvette breathed out as Elijah stood in the threshold, preparing to leave her. His eyes were cold, like he cared nothing for the way he was ripping her heart from her chest right before her eyes. Her eyes stung bitterly as he warned her about running, but she refused to let him see her tears, lest he wrench those away from her as well, like he had with her heart. "My prince..."<br/><br/>He'd already left her, and her pleas would only fall on deaf ears anyway. In the privacy of her chambers - and her chambers alone - Yvette clasped her hands over her mouth to muffle her quiet sobs. To say that she was anything less than devastated would be a disgusting understatement. Reddened eyes fixed on her wedding dress with a burning, hateful passion. It looked so lovely, and she'd looked so lovely in it, but right now it was the ugliest thing in the world. With a sense of resolution, Yvette gracefully brushed away her tears and rose to her feet, gliding to the still open door and peering down the hallway. There were guards stationed sporadically throughout the hallway, two of them being close to her door. She'd noticed them earlier but now she had to look back and wonder if they were stationed here to make sure she didn't run.<br/><br/>With all of her ladylike delicacies and grace mustered, Yvette trained a smile on her lips and hoped against hope that she didn't look as pitiful as she felt. She tapped one of the two guards on the arm and put on airs. "Have a chambermaid or a hand or someone sent to my room," she ordered. "The hour is late, and I'm ready to retire for the evening."<br/><br/>There was no time spent waiting for the guard to say anything, nor should he have said anything except a 'yes, milady' or an 'absolutely, Highness.' Instead, she promptly turned on her heel to pad her way back to her chambers and backed up against the door until it closed. Her eyes fixed on her wedding dress again, and she took the few steps that separated her from it before she snatched it up and threw it into the hearth. The fire leapt and danced with its newest fuel, and Yvette watched it burn.