Chapter 93

Everything looked too dull and lifeless as Emery gazed at the small garden near the North Pavilion. The fiery orange shades of color that the lamps should have exuded were black and white, and the same goes with the several flowers blooming beside the pathways. She saw herself fighting the guards of Princess Natalia in slow motion. Her every swing of her sword was an effort gone to waste when she looked at the side and saw the woman she trusted showing up. She once thought that Lady Mica was a person she could also turn to whenever she wanted to talk about her mother but it seemed like she trusted the wrong person.

She saw herself get knocked down by a mere soldier with just one jab on her gut just because she let down her guard. She regretted it so badly that she wanted to slap her past self for being too naïve. Just because she fell for the king, she seemed to have forgotten the fact that the palace was another bloody battlefield she must face because traitors were just around the c