Chapter 57
The morning sun barely lit the sky when Azalea stepped out onto the balcony of her room. A cold breeze brushed past her skin, sending a faint shiver down her spine. Her silk robe fluttered gently as she leaned forward, gripping the stone railing while her gaze drifted far beyond the palace gates.
The kingdom lay in peaceful slumber below, unaware of the war raging within her mind.
She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. There was a storm brewing, one she no longer wished to escape. She had been the victim far too long, quiet and noble, always sacrificing for others. But things had changed. She had changed.
And it was time Ophelia paid.
A smirk tugged at her lips.
How dare she? Azalea thought. How dare she betray me, ruin me, and believe she could get away with it?
But f
