Dark’s POV
I stood by the window, staring at my vast territory. I breathed in deeply, the absence of Sal sinking in.
I groaned inwardly and turned to see my mother approaching me. I could barely hear her footsteps.
“Are you sure you weren’t once a spy, Lady Havana?”
She chuckled, walking to stand by my side as she dismissed her maids and asked them to wait outside.
“I wasn’t, but I learned to be—for your mother, actually,” she smiled.
I thought for a while before looking up at her. “Do you think she’d still be proud of me… after everything?” I asked, a hint of sadness in my voice.
She placed her palm on my shoulder. “Luna Adeline would definitely be proud of you if she were here.” Lady Havana paused. “I just wish she were here right now,” she muttered.
Lady Havana isn’t my mother,
