“ If I am you and I want to be Luna. I will find a way to take Ava out of the picture.” She says in a vicious whisper, pauses for my reaction and continues. “When the desirable becomes unavailable, the available becomes desirable.” She mutters apologetically, subconsciously doing a mild damage on my self confidence.

“ Undesirable.” I intone “ How the mighty has fallen.” I innately ponder.

“ It’s okay to fall. It’s not okay to remain fallen.” Amira opines, awakening an awkward moment of doubt to whether my mental health is valid or obsolete. In recent times, the princes had called me a lunatic for coming so...