Late at night, the corridors of the Royal Palace were still brightly lit. Princess Sophia stood alone by the window, gazing at the twinkling stars outside. Yet, her delicate brows showed not a trace of joy, but were instead shrouded in an impenetrable layer of melancholy.
"Your Highness, you should rest." A maid brought in a cup of hot milk and gently advised.
Sophia took the milk, but did not drink it. She merely sighed softly, "Luna, do you think people's hearts can really be predicted? Those who once supported my father have now easily turned against me. Can I... really trust them?"
Chapter 50