APRIL'S POV
Days blurred together in an endless cycle of solitude. No visits from Ronan, Ryder, or Kayson. No messages, no whispers, no acknowledgement of my existence.
Their treatment had become unbearable. I felt like a ghost haunting the castle's halls.
Even Ronan, once a guiding light, had distanced himself. Limited access, strained conversations, and an unspoken warning to keep my distance.
My heart ached, my mind reeled.
Why?
The questions swirled, tormenting me.
One evening, as I wandered the deserted corridors, I stumbled upon a hidden garden. Neglected and overgrown, it mirrored my own forgotten state.
I collapsed onto a weathered bench, tears streaming down my face.
Enough.
I couldn't endure this isolation any longer, a spark within me ignited.
I would find answers on
