IMELDA'S POV

The first soft tendrils of consciousness curled around my mind as I lay still, the warmth of the bed cocooning me in a realm between dreams and wakefulness.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow that painted the room in hues of dawn. Yet, as my eyes fluttered open, the weight of the world settled upon my chest.

The news of the King and Queen's demise echoed in my thoughts, a somber melody that played in the recesses of my mind. Their absence left a void, not just in the the palace but in the hearts of the twins, my friends who were also...