CARISSA’S POV
Two days have passed since the incident in the West Wing. The castle is filled wit an energy that borders on frenzy. There’s a knighting ceremony this evening so, everyone is preparing for it in the palace. It’s a sight to behold—bustling maids, clinking armor, and hurried orders on the open courtyards. Yet, I feel like a ghost drifting through it all.
As soon as I step into the main hall, the head maid’s voice catches my attention.
“Carissa! Stop standing around like you’re a lady of leisure and help with the seats!” she snaps as she points to a set of carved chairs stacked against the far wall.
I nod quickly. “Yes, ma’am,”
There’s no point in arguing. Talking back would only earn me harsher treatment.
The other maids avoid my gaze as I pass. They look at me with irr
