AMARA’S POV

I twisted and turned in bed, unable to shut my eyes. For some reason, I was incredibly restless. It was nightfall and the palace was quiet. My bed chamber was engulfed in darkness, save for the moonlight that peeked through the curtains.

A gentle breeze blew the silk curtains, adding an almost ominous vibe to the room. I tried to force myself to sleep. For almost an hour I had my eyelids pinched shut, but sleep was far from me. I could not tell if this was due to Maryann and ...