Jessica’s POVThe shrill cry of my alarm pulled me from restless sleep. Like clockwork, Andy and I went through our morning routine, the rhythm of the palace quietly beginning to stir to life around us. But today, my steps felt heavier, burdened by emotions I wasn’t ready to confront—specifically, the emotion named Christian.“You can go ahead, Andy. I need to use the bathroom,” I told her, attempting to mask the ache sitting low in my chest.“Oh, that’s fine. I can wait,” she offered, sitting primly on the bed.“Ah, no. It’s going to take a while,” I lied, forcing a reassuring smile.“Ugh, fine. I better go before that Mirabelle-whatever-her-name-is tries to kill me. Seriously, I’m cursed to be paired with the palace banshee.” She grimaced dramatically, making me chuckle.“See you later, Jess,” she called, disappearing with a theatrical groan.As soon as the door clicked shut, I collapsed backward onto the mattress, exhaling deeply. My thoughts, traitorous as always, wandered to Chr
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