That morning my eyes burn from dryness, I wash my face before opening the walk-in closet, I look around for clothes to wear, but I don't see much. I wait for the handmaids and Ilya but no one comes. I look at the time and it's nearly 11 am. I finally decide to dress in a casual dark blue dress, it's simple, not too long but enough to make me feel modest. I brush my hair and attempt to straighten it but burn myself in the process. I wonder about my birth father and wonder how he must have felt sacrificing his only heir. My heart goes out to him, and my birth mother. Even if they've never played any active roles in my life, they still tried to save me.

I finally get the courage to talk to someone and knock on my door, the door opens and a guard pops his head in.

"How may I assist you, your majesty." He asks, it feels as if his icy blue eyes are burning through me. I feel like prey. 

"Can you please call Countess Yven to my room?" I ask, he nods his head and closes the door. After a while, there's a soft knock and Yven enters.

I don't tell Yven anything about my mother, but we continue to discuss at length what a douche Lucas is. I don't mention Ace either, or the fact that the flowers sitting on my vanity are from him. I tell Yven that I'm tired a bit later. She leaves and gives me a hug on her way out. I walk around my room exhausted. I assume that there's nothing important happening so I just end up taking a nap, after a while, someone brings lunch to my room, and before I know it the day is over.

The rest of the week continues in the same fashion. I refuse to leave my room unless someone invites me to talk. I refuse to see Lucas. 

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