Azlynn’s P.O.V.

“Everything isn’t a fight, dear.”

When a feminine voice corrected me softly, I flinched, raising my head in a jiffy. The hint of motherly warmth in that tone made me cry more as a lady in white said,

“Carrying the weight of the past is hard. It’s ok to feel overwhelmed, Azlynn.”

A middle-aged woman with honey-brown eyes identical to Xavion didn’t need any introduction. I recognized his mother, Lady Sabrina at first glance. She came to visit me with a tray in her hand, smiling gracefully.

“I am Xavion’s mom, Azlynn. You may not know me, but I have heard everything about you. Xavion always keeps bringing...