Chapter 1223 Secrets

• Naomi
• Life has, as usual, moved on despite my brain’s decision to linger on the events of the past several weeks. The palace in Moonrise, my home since birth, feels, smells, and sounds the same as it always has, but for whatever reason, it feels almost foreign now.
• My room is a wash of dark crimsons and grays as I thumb through a stack of novels I usually keep hidden in a shoebox under my bed. Normally, I’d gravitate toward a bodice-ripping, utterly juicy romance about two people who, under normal circumstances, would never cross paths, but today, every choice falls flat and is utterly tasteless.