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Adaria couldn’t sleep. Not because she didn’t want to. She did try; several times actually. But each time it felt like something was eating her up inside. She would slide out of the bed then and walk over to the window, thinking that a glance outside would take her mind off her troubles. But it proved useless, and she would moan and grumble before returning to her bed once more.
Her thoughts had been muddled ever since her conversation with her father, and no matter how hard she tried, she simply could not dispel her thoughts from it.
How could she have been so blind? How could she not have noticed from the beginning that Nero was not who she thought he was? She’d created this idea of him in her mind, believing him to be exactly that way. But no matter how much she tried to convin
