Layla POV I sat at the small table in my room, pushing the last remnants of my meal around the plate. The food was good, but my appetite was waning under the weight of questions swirling in my mind. I took another bite of the roasted vegetables on my plate, trying to focus on the flavor but despite my efforts, the meal felt like little more than fuel.I was slowly piecing together Melody’s life, the discovery of Melody’s letters and diary had opened a door to her life, for me but the more I learned, the more unsettled I became. Not to mention it had also left me grappling with the reasons behind my own presence here. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I called, setting down my fork. As I leaned back in my chair, Pearl entered, carrying fresh linens for my bed. Her expression brightened when she saw me. “Lady Melody, you’re looking better already,” she said warmly, placing the basket on a chair.“Pearl,” I said, gesturing to the seat across from m
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