Queen Fortuna was locked up. I never expected such a bold move from Princess Rania. For the first time, I saw a different side of her—strong, determined, unshaken. But then, who could blame her? Anyone in her position would have done the same.
None of us could sleep that night. Rosalind refused to accept the truth. She kept saying her mother wasn't dead. She was trapped in denial, and that denial pushed her into shock. We watched helplessly, unable to bring her back to reason.
Morning came slower than usual, as if the night itself didn't want to end. It was the longest, most painful night I had ever experienced since coming to Xylonia. The king didn't step out of his chambers. I kept walking to my window, staring at the main palace, hoping—just hoping—to see him appear. But nothing. No movement. No light. Nothing. It was beginning to frighten me. I feared he might do something to himself. But everyone kept saying it was normal for Karl to shut himself in when he was grieving.
