HERA
The palace was buzzing with energy as I made my way down the corridors, Anisha trailing just a step behind, taking note of every correction I had to make concerning the wedding and coronation preparations.
Everything had to be perfect, and it was my duty to make sure it was—even if my mind was somewhere else entirely.
We stopped in the main hall, where a small group of caterers waited with plates of cake slices lined up on the table for tasting. They straightened as soon as they saw me walk in.
I walked up to the table, looking at all the cakes.
“Which flavour would you like, my lady?” one of the servers asked, gesturing to the neat line of miniature cakes on the tray.
I glanced over the selection, catching sight of chocolate. The rich, dark swirls called to me and I leaned c
