Canan's POV
I’ve been in this room all day… Not doing anything, really. Not reading. Not training.
Not sleeping, I’ve tried that, but I didn’t work either. Just thinking.
Thinking about my life… And a certain suspicious, stubborn princess who seems determined to avoid me at all costs.
The truth is simple.
I only wanted to help her. That’s all.
But life clearly has a personal vendetta against my good intentions. From the moment I saw her in the forest, sticking those objects secretly in her pocket, even in dirt, like they were the last pieces of her soul. I knew something wasn’t right. And the more I think about it, the more painfully obvious it becomes that she’s connected to Ronan somehow. Maybe not my blood. Maybe by blood or something deeper.
And I feel guilty. Like, reall
