Bella's POVI couldn't stop thinking about Sumi.No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that I was reading too much into what I'd seen in the kitchens, the image returned with startling clarity. I kept seeing her kneeling on the stone floor, gathering scattered onions with trembling hands while apologizing for a mistake that hadn't been hers.It wasn't the apology that haunted me.It was the fear behind it.I had seen frightened people before. Wars, betrayals, and political unrest had taught me that fear wore many faces. But Sumi's fear was unlike any I had encountered. It wasn't directed at a person standing before her. It was as though she carried an invisible enemy with her, one that followed her into every room and whispered that she would never be good enough.By the time evening approached, I knew I could no longer ignore my instincts."Laila."She looked up from the embroidery she had been working on."Yes, Your Majesty?""I want to know everything about Sumi's day
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