Seventy-six

"Jannah! Goodness! Are you sure you're okay?!" Clara exclaimed, rushing over to Jannah as soon as she saw the Countess walk through the door of the mansion's former study room.

Clara holds her arms out, her eyebrows furrowed, a worried and anxious expression on her face as she scans Jannah from head to toe.

When Clara saw the crown princess carrying an unconscious Jannah to the town hall, the color on her face went down the drain, all negative possibilities rushing to her head.

She had known the Countess since she was a child— when she was sold off to the former Marques Ebonics, she relied on no one, but Jannah.

Jannah was always there for her, through thick and thin.

She can lose everyone else, just not her husband, Jannah, and Jeriel.