Chapter 771 The Weight Of Being Queen

• Maeve
• Rose bushes cast in golden streaks fan out on either side of the illustrious walkway. My heels click against the smooth, alabaster tiles sparkling in the final moments of the sunset illuminating the castle in Crescent Falls in shades of gold and magenta. It’s a work of art. Guards move to the side, bowing their heads as I walk up the stairs, my heart lodged in my throat, my mouth dry from lack of use.
• I haven’t had much to say these past few days. I haven’t been able to find the words I need to convey my utter despair–especially to my family.