Rebecca's mood changed, and she collapsed onto the nearest chair, her body wracked with sobs. The old Luna hastened to her side, her face was filled with concern as she wrapped a comforting arm around Rebecca's shoulders.
"Come now, Rebecca, don't let Lila's words pierce your heart," she cooed, her voice a soothing balm.
"She doesn't mean it, dear one. She's just trying to hurt you."
But Rebecca knew the truth. Everyone in the palace was aware of the hate between the two princesses and herself. Lila and Nova might not be close, but they shared a common disdain for Rebecca, a sentiment that seemed to unite them in their cruelty.
As the old Luna stroked her hair, Rebecca's thoughts swirled with the painful reality. Why did they hate her so? What had she done to deserve their scorn? The q
