Serenya
I didn’t realise how fast midnight could arrive until I found myself pacing my room, staring at my reflection with hollow eyes.
Every tick of the gilded clock on the wall tightened the knot in my stomach. My fingers drummed against my thighs, restless, unable to sit still. A part of me told me to ignore him, whatever favor he wants from me, has to wait.
But another part, the part that had survived my mother’s punishments, the part that knew the real world had no mercy, knew not going to meet up sign him again is not even an option.
I rose when the clock struck twelve.
The east wing hallway felt colder tonight. My toes curled against the marble as I walked barefoot, hugging my robe tighter around my thin slip dress. Goosebumps pricked my skin with every step. What if Kaelith’s
