#Chapter 13 Worlds Collide

Olivia’s POV Out of everyone I’d expect to see at the hospital today, the last one I considered seeing was Herold Opal. He strolls into the lobby, looking lost and confused, until he meets my eyes from afar. I’ve been here for days trying to formulate some kind of plan on how to update the practices at the hospital and donate enough charity to make it happen; I don’t have time for this. “Queen Luna,” Herold says, tipping his head at the sight of me. I look up at his charming, endearing light eyes. He is exhausted, purple rings swollen under his heavy gaze, and his lips are formed into a tired frown. “Ah, Herold Opal. Coming to ruin another one of my days?” “I’m sorry, Queen Luna. I never intended for the funeral of my late wife to take place like that. It was in poor taste and disrespectful to your attendance. I actually came here to day to speak with her brother Reese. I heard he was transferred here.” “He was,” I say simply, meanwhile I meander through my paperwork. “He