Diana’s POV

Tears slid down my cheek staining my dress as my body formed into a ball while seated outside of the healing chambers. It was very late and if the guards find me here they’ll harshly send me away but I don’t care.

I couldn’t sleep, despite the cool weather and the gentle blow of the breeze.

“It’s all my fault.” A sudden cry breaks from my chest. Sheila has been the nicest person around. Nobody ever cared to know about my story or what my dreams are but that soft spoken, charming and genuine soul spoke to me like I meant something.

She spoke to me like if...