{Adrienne’s POV}
“I-I…I have to go…” I looked at him again, sounding a bit breathless. My feet were slowly backing away from him as different kinds of thoughts started clouding in my head.
He must have sensed my sudden change of behavior because his brows furrowed. “Are you—” He started but before he could finish his sentence, I shook my head and spoke with urgency.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this right now.”
I didn’t even bow to him and just straight out walked out of the room, or more like, ran. And I couldn’t care less about the consequence of my actions right now. All I wanted was to have some air and know why my parents’ pictures were in that painting.
Were those times that they warned me about how dangerous the palace was, came from their own experience? What happened to them here a
