Lenora’s POV

My heart wouldn't stop racing at the possible things that Holland might say to me as we approached his room, which was on the other side of the castle. The more steps I took on the black shiny tiles, the more I tried to push away the negative thoughts in my head, hoping that meeting Holland would result in a positive outcome, but I knew that was a fairy tale and that I wasn't wrong to have negative thoughts about meeting Holland.

I was sure the rumours had reached him by now, ...