Mira’s POV
That castle was way too quiet. Like, creepy church-after-midnight quiet. Every footstep echoed weirdly, all the stone walls practically sweating with secrets. Servants slunk past, heads down, whispering just loud enough to make you wonder what you missed.
Perfect setup for me.
The rumor about Dominic being poisoned spread quickly. Turned that fortress into paranoia central. Honestly, you couldn’t drag a rumor into richer soil. Doubt just bloomed everywhere, and guess what, I’m the gardener.
He wasn't supposed to eat the food. That useless maid must have switched the food. I specifically told her to give the food to Elora. But anyhow, this isn't bad either.
So I strolled those corridors, arms full of useless herbs like some tragic little sister, playing the part. Sorrowful,
