Chapter 1206 Darkness

• Oakley
• “Rejection?” Mom’s voice is muffled by the door. It’s a hazy outline through my fogged vision while I lie back on my pillows. Blinking takes a tremendous amount of effort and makes me feel on the verge of collapse, but I keep my eyes open to slits, my gaze glued to the golden highlight surrounding my door. “But… that can’t be right. They were–Prince Ian, he was…. They seemed so happy.”
• I don’t recognize the other woman’s voice. It’s softer, lower, more of a rumble compared to my mother’s pitched whines while they argue back and forth.