It had been days where nothing moved and nothing changed. No one had seen Prince Ashen. No one has been able to see the king. And the worst part was that Queen Sephora refused to tell a single soul what exactly was wrong with him.
The palace felt like it was breathing through a wound, Adam was acting as the king in the king's absence.
Lumina remained in the same state she had been in since her imprisonment. Haggard paled as she sat in the center of her dim cell as if she had been carved out of stone, her head slightly bowed, her hair falling forward like a curtain.
She looked like she was meditating, but Stella knew it was exhaustion wrapped inside pain.
Stella herself was tired beyond words, but she hid it because she feared Lumina would worry. She had not slept properly in days, but she pushed through the fog. Her lady needed her more than she needed sleep.
