Mockery!

BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle could hear their conversation and see their scorn as she strolled by the maids and guards, but she didn't care.

Her hands grasped the tray of food she was holding, and her shaky feet continued to walk straight.

She didn't want to waste her time replying to them, and no one would back her up if she got into a fight now, so it was all pointless.

Her life in the castle seemed to have fallen apart since the fallout with Darius, and the fact that she hadn't seen him in a week further emphasized that. The women who served her every morning, midday, and night had vanished, leaving her to handle everything in the mansion alone.

Not that she was complaining, but a part of her wished she could go back in time and relive the wonderful times she had and how blissful those days had been. She didn't realize how important those days were until she realized how much she missed them.

Not just them, but Darius also. She missed more than anything else, and it hurt.

Every morning,