LIORA’S POV
I blinked, certain I’d seen wrong, That smirk couldn’t have been real. Elora couldn’t have just….
She shoved past me, her shoulder connecting hard with mine, and the force nearly sent me stumbling. Her maids followed like a pack of wolves, their eyes cold and gleaming with malice as they swept by.
I stood there, my hand still reaching back to feel the torn fabric, my mind reeling.
She did this, She tore my gown which meant the warmth, the gratitude, and the promise of family had all been an act.
The horn sounded again, more insistent this time.
“Lady Liora!” A guard’s voice called from beyond the doors. “You must enter now!”
I looked down at the tear. The fabric hung in tatters from my waist, exposing the shift beneath and the bare skin of my lower back. If I walked in t
