**Antonia’s POV**
After Lily left the room, I place a bouquet beside her bed and carefully hand Kaitlyn a stuffed puppy. She slowly reaches for it and cuddles it in her arms.
“Kaitlyn—“
“Your highness—“
Strangely enough, we said it at the same time. At 1st we stop and gone silent, so I politely propose.
“Would it be okay with you if we take a turn to talk and ask questions?”
“…Yeah, I guess not. You can go 1st, your highness.
Her voice just barely above whisper. God, how could I let that happen to her? Her wounds must have hurt terribly right now. I try to keep myself together and say.
“Thank you, but 1st—I want you to know that I came to visit you today as your…friend, Antonia, not a crown princess Antoni
