The day began like any other, my morning routine complete as I stepped out of my room, freshly bathed. Heading toward the kitchen, I was ready to meet Madam Stella and collect Alpha Zane’s breakfast, as was my daily task. Today, however, I had a different purpose—apologizing to Alpha Zane for the previous incident. I needed to know if he was still angry.
“Whatever,” I muttered to myself, glancing at my wristwatch. It was already 7 a.m. I shook off the thoughts of Clara misunderstanding with me and focused on the day ahead. Just as I was about to enter the kitchen, someone called my name.
I turned to see Ashley, one of the palace maids.
“Good morning, Leona,” she greeted.
“Morning, Ashley,” I replied.
“The head maid is calling for you,” she informed me.
“What for?” I asked, feeling a
