NOVARIA'S POV
For a few moments, neither of us spoke. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of the curtains swaying in the night breeze.
Sylvester sat beside me on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on mine. His expression was softer than usual, yet there was something dark beneath it–a barely restrained anger that surfaced whenever my mother was mentioned.
Finally, he spoke.
"No, Princess," His voice was calm but firm. "Your mother had no excuse to treat you the way she did,"
I lowered my eyes but Sylvester gently tilted my chin upward, forcing me to look at him.
"She's your mother. Her job was to protect you, care for you, and make sure you felt loved," His jaw tightened. "But from everything you've told me, Morgana only made
