The sky had turned an ominous shade of gray as Cyrus took her to the quiet healers' community.
Amelia sat beside him, her hands folded on her lap as her heart skipped a beat nervously at the familiar roads, the familiar houses, and then the familiar faces. She knew what they were here for.
She knew what his words had meant when he said he would bring justice to her. And King Valentino never made empty promises.
She wasn't worried about Alexia anymore. She just dreaded the hatred she would see in her father's eyes once more when someone from the healers' community would suffer because of her.
Her father won't even try to get to the bottom of the matter. He would just pass his judgment on her, that she was the culprit, just like he always had, just like he blamed her mother's death on her.
