(ALICE)
Seven years ago, I could not have imagined sitting in such a splendid office, with an assistant and people relying on me. I would not have dreamed that other law firms would try to poach me.
Seven years ago, I was lying in the bed of a private clinic, wanting to die. My spirit had been crushed in its entirety, my body so badly damaged that I was holding on by a thread. Mary put her hands on my flat belly, the blood of another healer staining those hands.
My friend, who is the gentlest person I have ever known, had killed someone to protect me and to protect the secret I was carrying inside me. A child. A child with royal blood.
The memory has me touching my stomach.
It was Mira's existence that made me fight for a second chance in life. I worked hard to become someone. I had been at the bottom of the barrel, and I was determined to claw my way out. The moment I learned I was carrying a child, I swore to myself that I would never let anyone humiliate me again.
