The secret letter
(Lina)
The next morning, I woke up with a feeling I hadn't had in a long time. Happiness. Real, genuine happiness. It was strange but nice.
For once, I wasn't thinking about every task, every responsibility, as if it all sat on my shoulders alone. The date with Keiran had done that—lifted something in me, even if just for a moment.
I smiled as I thought about it, about the way he made me feel free and cared for, and how he'd looked at me like I was just...me. Not a princess, not someone with a title, but simply a person worth knowing.
But as much as I enjoyed the memory, the reality was waiting. I still had to keep up with my search for answers, especially about Isabella. My work was far from over.