Chapter 78| Aricia's POV

From what Arthur had been saying, this had to be the infamous Gara. Her name had come up a few times, always in passing and always with an air of restrained tension, like someone mentioning a storm cloud in the distance. But I asked still, voice quiet, uncertain yet searching.

“Who exactly are you?”

The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. A habit I hadn’t been able to break. Perhaps it was because I talked too much for someone meant to play the role of a maid. Or perhaps it was the aftershock of recent events, events that had left my soul reeling. Maybe it was because I had once been a pampered, entitled princess, doted upon and adored—until everything was ripped from me like silk torn by the wind. Maybe it was because I had just endured the second worst thing to ever happen in my life. The first? I didn’t have the strength to speak of that yet.