Keira's Pov

In the restroom, I bathed myself, my wounds fully healed. How would I approach the matter?

Where would I start from? I really had no idea, but was relying on the flow and the mood to take me through.

By the time I was done with bathing, a maid had already come with maids, and Lily was pouring tea into a cup, next to slices of bread for me to eat.

“I don't think I'll have any appetite for that, Lily. Thanks, anyway.” I said, picking up a glass, pouring water into ...