----Skylar POV----
Stella and I returned to my chambers, and she quietly walked over to her room without saying a word. I didn’t stop her—I assumed she needed space to process everything, especially the unintentional revelation I had made in the kitchen to Astoria.
Turning toward the mirror, I slowly removed the pins from my hair and slipped out of my dress, replacing it with a more comfortable gown fit for relaxing indoors. As I reflected on the chaotic spectacle that had unfolded in the kitchen, a sense of guilt washed over me. I shouldn't have lost my temper. Yes, Astoria had been harsh, but I had responded with fire instead of grace.
Deep down, I knew my reaction wasn’t just about her rudeness. It was jealousy. I disliked the fact that she had once shared not just time, but a physic
