Chapter 58
The morning sun spilled through the castle windows, casting golden light over the lavish hallways of the Red Moon palace. But in one of the guest chambers tucked away from the main wing, a storm was quietly brewing.
Ophelia burst into Susan’s room, her silk robe sweeping behind her like a banner of war. Her face was pale, her jaw clenched so tightly that her teeth ground together audibly. Susan, lounging on the chaise with a plate of sliced fruit, raised an eyebrow at her friend’s unannounced entrance.
“Well, good morning to you, too,” Susan said dryly, taking a bite of mango. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Ophelia slammed the door shut behind her. “I can’t stand this anymore.”
Susan sat up, her curiosity now fully piqued. “What happened?”
“I want Azalea to vanish,”
