Selene's POV

The morning started like any other nightmare. I walked into the kitchen to grab breakfast before training, hoping to avoid the main dining hall and the curious stares that followed me everywhere. The kitchen staff always smiled at me, treating me with the same warmth they showed everyone else. It was one of the few places in this house where I felt normal.

"Good morning, dear," Mrs. Henderson, the head cook, greeted me with a motherly smile. "I saved you some fresh biscuits from ...