MIRA POV

I could not sleep.

Every night, the same thing. Anytime I closed my eyes, I see Hanni’s face. The way she looked when she came out of Alfred’s study. Broken. Destroyed. Like her whole had ended.

And I did that. I helped Wanni do that.

I sat up on my bed. The room was dark. The palace was quiet. But my mind was loud, filled with guilt and shame. Filled with the memory of Hanni’s tears.

I got up and walked to the window. The moon was high and the garden was empty. Down below, I could see the bench where Hanni liked to sit. She was not...