~The Author~
Outside Katrina's room, the women stood in silence, their eyes glued to Fortuna as the twins walked her away. No one said a word, but the looks on their faces said everything. They had heard the argument. Every word. Every scream. Now the whispers would begin, and Fortuna knew they would talk about her like a joke. Like a jealous wife who had lost control. And all because of that witch Katrina.
Her chest burned with fury. She was trying to hold it in, but it was no use. She wasn't just losing her temper—she was losing everything she had worked for. Her pride, her place, her crown… all slipping through her fingers.
