EMMA’S POV
That morning for some reason, I just could not shake off the feeling of guilt as I attended to Maya's morning routine. My hands trembled as I helped her dress, and my mind raced with thoughts of the previous night's events. I had betrayed her trust, I had betrayed the trust of a woman who had been nothing but kind to me and the weight of that betrayal hung heavy on my conscience.
As I brushed Maya's hair, my strokes were jerky and uneven. I couldn't bring myself to met with her gaze, fearing she would see the guilt boldly written across my face. But Maya noticed my fidgeting and asked,
"Emma, what's wrong? You're acting so unusual today."
I forced a smile, trying to brush off her concern.
"Oh, it's just a bit of nerves, Your Majesty. I didn't sleep well last night."
“Rea
