NORA’S POV

It was my fifth morning at the palace.

Derek had left a short note on my bedside table: Eat. Take care of yourself. I love you.

I read it twice before tucking it away, smiling like a fool.

Princess Lyra had been making things easier dragging me to the city, filling my closet with clothes I was too scared to touch. One gown she bought was worth ten thousand dollars. I kept opening the closet just to stare at it.

Today was the start of my “orientation.” Not warrior ...