Serena woke up with a groan. Her head didn’t throb, but her memories of the way she got home were fuzzy. Moreover, she didn’t know whether that cryptic and confusing exchange with Gregory was a dream or a reality.
She checked her phone to see it was past 10 am.
Her mother would have had a fit if she had missed breakfast at the royal palace.
She might have not agreed with her mother on a lot of matters – if not on all of them – but she had still brought her to this world.
Having to participate and witness her execution had left her feeling empty for quite some time.
She realized she never quite mourned the loss of her mother-like figure. Sure, she was but her biological mother, she wasn’t affectionate or caring enough to be called a mom. And neither Serena nor her brothers had ever
