Amelia
I wake up in the morning, simultaneously feeling much better than yesterday while still exhausted and drained. I peak under my bandages where my wounds have started to heal and scab over.
Deciding I should move around a little, I slowly pull myself out of bed and open the door to my bedroom. I’m leaning on the table just outside which now holds a vase of fresh lilies, trying to decide if I have the strength to wander any further when the door to Prince Owen’s room opens. It’s pathetic how my heart leaps in excitement.
Especially when it’s Ava who emerges.
My heart sinks at the sight of how happy she looks coming out of the prince’s room where she clearly just spent the night. I try to dip back into my room unnoticed, but I’m not quick enough.
“Oh, Maya! Good morning. How are
