Three days gone, and I haven't seen Michael around the palace. Just where is he when I need him the most? He said he'd get me out of this place, so why has he disappeared all these days?
I've been avoiding Prince Arthur with all my might, though it’s nearly impossible since all my duties revolve around him.
Every moment around him feels like walking on a tightrope, and I’m terrified of what might happen if I slip.
Right now, I’m walking toward the knights' quarters to check if Michael has returned. I’m praying so hard that tears start rolling down my cheeks.
I feel helpless.
Running away on my own isn’t an option—not with guards posted at every corner of this place.
"You again? I told you to tell me the problem you have so I can help you instead of him, but you refused," says the nosy knight I always run into when I come looking for Michael.
“Lucky you… he’s back,” he adds, and my heart leaps with hope.
“Where is h—” My words catch in my throat as Michael steps out of one of the door
