The next morning, I was seated in the royal dining hall, a silver fork poised over my breakfast, but I had barely taken two bites. The table was filled with lavish dishes — golden pancakes soaked in honey, sliced strawberries arranged in neat circles, grilled meat seasoned to perfection, and a tall glass of orange juice with a mint leaf dancing at the rim. Yet, nothing appealed to me. My thoughts swirled like a hurricane — violent, loud, and unrelenting.
Was Wilson involved too?
Since the coronation, I hadn’t seen him, not even in the hallways. Could he be part of Ethan’s plan? Or did he disappear out of guilt for everything he did to me in the past?
I pushed my plate away and rose. I had to clear my head.
I went to my mother’s room and found her seated by the balcony, drinking herbal
