Valtira.
Streaks of red painted my backㅡ a symbol of pain and a reminder of what had happened.
Tears stung my eyes as I wobbled to the royal bathing chamber, maids dressed in simple linen gowns, aprons tied at the waist and hair braided tightly and covered with a linen coif trailed behind me, everyone keeping their distance from me.
“Luna, the water has been warmed with rose petals,” a timid maid with blonde hair muttered under her breath, her voice soft like a caress.
Her words barely reached me as I walked into the bathing chamber, removing my robes and watching them billow and drop to the floor.
All I could think about was himㅡ the way he looked away like he couldn't afford to look at me. The way he refused to believe me.
Slowly, I lowered myself into the steaming water scented wi
