Amara's pov
Trust.
It was something I learned not to give at a wee age.
It all started when Helena picked me up, slammed me to the ground, and locked me up in a cage with tears streaming down my face. It was hard to comprehend why she did that then, and it was harder seeing almost everyone who had befriended my mummy turn their backs on her.
After experiencing all these, I didn't need elaborate lessons on how not to trust just anyone. I was always taught to have my head on my shoulders in all circumstances, a watchful glance behind my back even while on the Castle premises, and to be frank, I managed to follow this rule perfectly cause I didn't want to end up as a captive in a cage with hot tears streaming down my cheeks while wondering what i had done wrong.
I had followed these rul
