The days passed me by in a blur—at least that was what it felt like. I woke up in the mornings, and did the exact same thing as I did the day before, joining the Queen for breakfast and then disappearing to work on the first edition of the magazine. The process was repeated for all of the other meals in the daytime too, and it didn’t seem like anyone had a problem with the way I was spending my time—thankfully. I believe that someone complaining about the place that I was taking pictures or that I was sitting in writing would have been the last straw that would have made me lose my sanity.
“Miss Hera, we’ve prepared everything that you’ve asked us to. I believe that Ms. Dilara is ready for you to join us.”
I looked up from where I was sitting, fractionally irritated by the fact th
