CHAPTER 7AVA'S POVThe side door creaked open. Maya stepped into the room, carrying a heavy silver tray loaded with fresh linens and water. Her face was entirely pale, A scent of sour milk and wet iron hit the air. “My Queen,” Maya whispered, her hands shaking so badly the porcelain bowl rattled against the tray. She hurried to the nightstand, keeping her head bowed low. “Thank the Goddess you are on your feet. I... I brought fresh bandages.”“Maya, breathe,” I said, watching the way her hand shook. “What is going on out there? You look like you're waiting for an execution.”Maya looked toward the main doors before leaning in close, her voice a hushed tone. “The palace is buzzing, Your Majesty. The servants are whispering in the corridors, and the guards are gossiping at the gates. The elite noblewomen are very furious.”“Let them be furious,” I muttered, touching my throbbing shoulder. “I didn't ask to be here.”“You don't understand, Luna,” Maya pleaded, her eyes wide. “The rumors
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