Katrina’s Point of View
I can’t believe we are home. But why didn’t it feel the same way? Why did I feel empty when I should be happy that somehow, I got revenge on the people who caused my family’s death? Or that of my people?
I sighed heavily, sinking into the bathtub as I closed my eyes. I can’t believe this is what is happening in my life.
I had spent part of this morning and the entire afternoon trying to find a dress to wear. If it was back home, I would have easily picked from my collection but now I need to find something to wear.
A knock came on the door just as I started applying makeup. I got up from the chair. I grabbed a dagger from the table before going to open the door.
I slowly opened the door, making sure the hand holding the dagger was behind me.
“Ms. Snow” the old lady bowed her head before me as I furrowed my eyebrows. Isn’t she the lady who works for King Cassian?
“Yes. How can I help?” I plaster a smile on my face. She turns to the girl who is standing next to h
