Althea gazed at the walls, sitting slumped in front of her vanity table mirror.

“I want to go out,” she muttered with a deep sigh. Although being locked inside a comfortable bedchamber was still better than being thrown into a dungeon. Luna Meena used to lock her there whenever her father wasn’t around.

“Hmm, don’t worry, My Lady. I’ll talk to Beta Osman about it. Maybe he can help us,” Melva said reassuringly as she began braiding Althea’s hair.

Althea raised a brow and ...