Kyra’s POV“At this point, I care less about what anyone has to say!”Sarah paced around in front of me, pleading for me to heed her advice.“Just stay inside for now, Kyra, please. Everywhere is too tense for you to be wandering around. Let things settle before you visit any part of the palace.”I sat down quietly, my posture stiff, but my thoughts were running wild.“I don’t remember asking for your opinion, Sarah,” I muttered, shocking her. “All I asked was for a glass of water to calm my mind.”“Luna Kyra…”“Sarah,” I snapped. “I don’t need anything else. Just water. Nothing more please!”She swallowed hard and hurried off to attend to me without wasting any more time.Once she left, the room fell silent—too silent for a place inhabited by living beings.For no reason, Roderick’s scent still lingered, but Norway’s was stronger, clinging to me—a reminder of what happened. I couldn’t stand boldly to call what happened a mistake or manipulation.Then, suddenly, the door flung open wi
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