Chapter 85

Veronica's POV:

It's been over two months since I ran away from the palace. And as the days stretched into weeks, a melancholic cloud settled over my heart, covering the once vibrant hues of my existence. The forest, once a sanctuary filled with hope and freedom, now mirrored the sorrow within me.

I sat in my room, its walls adorned with flickering candlelight, casting dancing shadows that mimicked the ache in my heart. The wooden floor creaked beneath my weight as I paced, the hollow echoes resonating through the empty space.

The plate of untouched food before me spoke volumes, a result of emptiness that consumed me. As I sat by the window, raindrops streaking down the glass pane, memories of betrayal and deception replayed in my mind like a haunting melody.

The news of Lucas, my former lover, being crowned as the heir to the throne pierced my soul, each word a cruel reminder of the role I had unknowingly played in his twisted game. My hands trembled, clenching into fists, as ange