Melanin's POV
Two months later.
I was seated beside the dressing mirror while Zoey braided my hair. It's been two months in the palace, and I feel lost and caged. I always stayed in my room because I couldn't bear to see so many eyes on me. Once in a while, Lord Maximus comes to pay a visit just to know how I am faring, and nothing else.
Whenever he comes, he would always tell me he hasn't gotten any memories yet, and neither have I.
My memories were blank, and I just wished I could remember something or the king. The door opened, and Lady Cora walked in and signaled Zoey and Ana to leave us. After they left, I stood to my feet and held her gaze. I watched her lower her gaze to my stomach and stare at it before lifting her gaze up to me. "So you no longer greet, has your new status ma
