For the next few days, Diana found herself caught in a routine. Each morning, she rose early, nourished herself with a hearty meal, attended her classes, indulged in another satisfying meal, and then retired to bed. The cycle was tiring, but it also brought a sense of fulfilment she hadn't experienced in years. Within the walls of the manor, she had found her own space—a sanctuary where kindness abounded, and she no longer needed to hide in cramped corners.
Every day brought with it the pleasure of delicious food, generously portioned and served with care. Gone were the days of meagre meals or spiteful gestures—this was heaven, a haven of abundance and warmth.
Yet, amidst the calm and contentment, there lingered a hollow ache in Diana's heart. Her fingers brushed against her neck, instin
