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Lilliana’s POV

“Wait… I just wanted to.” I called after the maid but she didn’t stop as she only walked faster than she was already doing.

It’s been a week already and I just can’t help but notice how much I’m being treated like royalty. No one lets me do chores anymore so all I do is sleep, eat, take a walk and basically just sit around.

The thought of it made my chest clench because this isn’t how I wanted to be in the house. I didn’t want anything that was going to remind me of Nikolai and I but this room is covered in everything that reminded me of him.

Sighing, I laid on my bed and closed my eyes, my chest hurt but it’s a pain I’ve gotten used to already.

“Your fruits are ready.” The sound of the maid I’d called earlier on jolted me out of my thoughts and I opened my eyes to see her in my room.

“It’s on the table, downstairs.” She pointed out when she noticed I was looking at her empty hands with a raised eyebrow.

Nodding, I didn’t say anything as I managed to get out of bed and