Chapter 97

VALENTINA I didn’t go back to the banquet hall. The idea of walking into that room again, with all its laughter, dancing, polished facades of lying faces, and pretentious smiles—all of it felt like willingly diving into a den of hungry wolves with my heart already a bloody mess. No, I couldn't go back. I was done playing the perfect heiress for the night. My steps were brisk and decisive due to all the things that happened the moment I stepped into this kingdom, as I walked through the side corridors. The shadows appear to be gracefully dancing upon the ancient tapestries that adorn the stone walls. The gold-trimmed decor now felt rather overwhelming, almost suffocating, as if the palace itself were attempting to cage me. Peace felt like a myth even in corridors… “Leaving so soon, Valentina?” A sudden tone halted my steps. Smooth, condescending and feminine. I turned my head slowly. My gaze followed the familiar, yet annoying tone that caused me to pause, and there she was—Sienna, aka,