TAYLOR
The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the dining table, but I couldn't help feeling a chill in the air. It was one of those mornings where the atmosphere seemed charged with tension, and it weighed heavily on me.
Last night had been a turning point. I had taken a bold step, one I had been contemplating for a while. I had asked Diane to leave the palace. The decision had been made, and there was no turning back. But the repercussions of my actions were yet to be fully realized.
As I sat there, nervously fiddling with my silverware, I couldn't help but wonder how Vladimir would react to what I had done. The man who had shared so many moments with Diane, the woman who had been a constant presence in his life, was now suddenly gone. I was sure he woul
