Elena’s POVI step cautiously out of my room, my heart pounding loud enough for me to fear that anyone nearby might hear it. Glancing around, I quickly scan the corridor, ensuring no servants or guards are lingering. I've meticulously planned this escape in secret for the past few days, keeping it hidden even from Emily. I knew she wouldn't approve, and her disapproval would only add to the weight on my heart.My palms are sweaty, and my breathing feels erratic as I tiptoe down the hallway, every step calculated to avoid detection. I can't afford to get caught; this escape is my only chance at freedom from the stifling confines of the palace.As I turn a corner, a group of servants chatters excitedly, their voices echoing down the corridor. Panic surges through me, and I press myself against the wall, praying they won't spot me. The sound of footsteps grows louder, and I hold my breath, willing myself to become invisible. Luck seems to favor me as the servants pass by, oblivious to my

Masquerade of SecretsAs I descended to the grand staircase, the silk of my gown swirled around me like a cascade of midnight-blue waves. The ballroom's opulence gleamed under the shimmering lights, casting a magical aura over the evening, it was beautiful. My heart fluttered with a mix emotions, I was excitement and also nervous about what Anthony and Micheal would think about my appearance. Not that I care about their opinions, I was right I dress to met up with their expectations or maybe surpass it, Michael and Anthony did invited me to this elegant affair after all, impressing them with my look wouldn’t be exactly a sin, even though they almost threaten me to come stating that I had no Choice but to show myself as the Luna. Truth be told the dress I wore was indeed fit for a Luna but it wasn’t what they had picked although I loved the dress Emily showed it to me,I just really wasn’t going to do what they said like a little good dog, So I picked this one I want and made sure I lo

Echoes of uneaseStill observing, my eyes honed in on Elena, her grace captivated me through the night. Soon she walked over to a man with brown long hair packed behind him, he looked like distinguished gentleman but I hadn’t seen him before. From a distance, I observed their exchange trying reading between the lines of their dialogue but still couldn’t figure out what they were saying.I gave Micheal a signal with my eyes to look around the room, his glance across the room and saw Elena, his jawline hardened as he turned back to me and a silent agreement had passed between us. Maintaining my composure I left, it’s not like anyone was going to miss me, I navigated through the gathering, approaching Elena and the gentleman, The man and mine eyes met, a silent exchange laden with unsaid words that were very clear, I was going to kill him, if he didn’t move away."I'm afraid I must depart," the gentleman interjected, his tone carrying a hint of reluctance. "But it's been a pleasure meeti

Elena’s POVThe mere utterance of Fitz’s name sent ripples of unrest through the air, triggering an immediate shift in air between I and Anthony, he stared at me for a while and for the first time, I saw emotions on his for more than five seconds, there was anurgency in his expression as he summoned guards to encircle me, their presence was asuffocating reminder of the gravity of the situation, I was still unaware of but I didn’t dare to question. I felt like a pawn caught in a dangerous game, unsure of the rules or the stakes. The confusion swirling around me, soon left me disoriented, trying to grasp the magnitude of the unseen threat lurking in the shadows and what exactly I had done to evoke this anger from the Anthony, silently hopping they hadn’t found out my plan to escape.As the night wore on, the escalating tension tightened its grip, coiling around me like a constricting serpent. I sensed the palpable unease, the guards’ watchful eyes never straying from their duty of prot

Elena’s POVThe opulent ballroom seemed to still have it magic, I looked around and i could see every one was happy, even the girls who stood at a particular corner of the room gossiping looked happy, everyone smiling and laughing at jokes,Why wasn’t I happy?This night was suffocating and there was a heavy foreboding tension that lurked beneath the polished veneer of elegance.Michael and Anthony, usually the epitome of collected demeanor, exchanged quick glances fraught with a silent urgency. Their whispered conversation, hidden behind seemingly casual nods and gestures, was a clandestine negotiation of their shared resolve to depart.Michael glanced around the room, observing the faces and sensing the atmosphere, while Anthony's jaw clenched slightly, indicating an inner turmoil. Their conversation was veiled with mysterious references, spoken softly but laden with unexpressed emotions. Each word they exchanged seemed crucial, carrying a sense of urgency, as if woven into a shared