Chapter 12: No Protocols
{Elira}
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A maid knocked lightly on my door and informed me it was time for dinner.
I stood, straightened my dress, and left with a stomach full of thoughts.
Lady Maren’s voice still echoed in my ears like poison. "You don’t deserve soft things."
Her words had a way of crawling under my skin, making me question even the right to wear a clean dress or breathe easy air.
Maybe I didn’t deserve any of this. Maybe I was truly made for the dirt.
The heavy double doors of the dining hall opened just as I arrived. My steps paused.
Everyone was already seated—except Alpha Cyprus and Luna Gwenith.
Zenon’s sharp eyes cut straight into me.
Lennon gave me a warm smile.
And Rennon just looked at me silently. But the calmness of his gaze made my face burn becaus
