Chapter 4

"Oh, my poor girl, why are you crying?" Ophelia whispered. "His Majesty ordered you placed here to heal. He still cares for you."

"So don't let yourself get too upset."

Ophelia gently dabbed my face with a smooth silk handkerchief, her voice low as she tried to comfort me.

As soon as I heard her words, I sat up abruptly, ignoring the tears on my face.

Without sparing anyone a glance, I started gathering my belongings, focused only on myself.

"Helena, what are you doing?" Ophelia exclaimed, her voice tinged with worry.

She reached out as if to stop me,…