Princess Andrea Midnight moved through the dimly lit corridors of the palace with a heavy heart, her steps slow and deliberate, weighed down by the burden of the evening's events. The echoes of the horror she had witnessed in the dining hall were still lingering in her mind. She knew Kai’s reputation on the battlefield, but she never witnessed this wild side of him, the bloodlust and anger. It sent shivers down her spine just remembering.
As she approached her chambers, dread coiled in the pit of her stomach, a cold knot of fear tightening with each passing moment. She knew she would have to face her husband, Yann, after today’s failed plans and the thought filled her with a sense of foreboding.
Desperate to delay the inevitable confrontation, Andrea lingered outside her children's rooms
