-Isabella-
I hadn’t seen Damian in a few days, and to be honest, I had been avoiding him. Even though I wanted nothing more than to be with him, I just couldn’t. The thought of him filled me with guilt.
“There you are,” the queen said, entering the small room with the piano where I sat.
“Here I am,” I replied, feeling confused.
Why did the queen seem so satisfied? She had returned to her usual leather attire, adorned with visible weapons on her strong, scarred body. Her black hair was braided into its signature long braid, cascading down her shoulder to her waist.
“I have to show you something,” she said, barely concealing her excitement.
“Show me what?”
“Lily!” the queen called.
There was a long pause before slow footsteps approached, and then, suddenly, Lily appeared. I gasped,
