FORSYTHIA’S POV
Unila was the omega assigned to attend to me today. When she first met me, she looked absolutely terrified.
I did not even bother to offer her a smile. She was someone who opposed me, a servant who enjoyed far too many privileges within the palace. She reminded me of Jill and other unpleasant things. My past attempts to present myself as a gentle person had only encouraged Unila to be more overbearing.
She needed to remember her place.
The moment of truth flashed through my mind. When did I become this kind of person? What if the past version of me had to work with the person I was now?
We walked straight down to the Research Lab and headed into the outdoor greenhouse. Unila was permitted to enter the room with me. Upon seeing the wolfsbane plants I was nurturing, she
