TIARA THORNELLS
Prince Zatan's voice echoed in response to the knight he was speaking with, the sound reverberating through the vast hall. The moment I heard it, my eyes shut tight, and I let out a series of deep, shuddering breaths. When I finally opened them again, Prince Zatan was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I caught sight of Mrs. Margot and my four friends rushing into the room.
The atmosphere was thick with the sound of muffled sobs. The servants were crying. Some out of fear, others in relief. Their lives had nearly been placed in grave danger, and now, overwhelmed by emotion, many of them crawled toward me, clinging to me in gratitude, repeating their thanks again and again. It was only then that I realized how drenched my face was in sweat, the droplets trickling down relentless
