~Karen~
I tossed and turned in my bed, my mind running wild with the images of the tragedy that was supposed to have happened by morning.
Storme, lifeless and all cold, the palace in mourning. And Theo... Would he cry? Would he grieve for her the way one should grieve for a lost mate?
I scoffed at the thought. Probably. He was foolish like that, wasting his emotions on someone who had no right to them.
I rolled onto my back, my eyes fixed at the sparsely designed ceiling above me. How will I react when I receive the news of her death in the morning? Should I scream? Maybe throw myself onto the floor and wail like a heartbroken sister?
“Yea, I should probably practice before I sleep.”
With a satisfied smirk on my face, I adjusted my expression appropriately and began my wailing practi
