The next day was unexpected, because out of nowhere, Zoya appeared before them.
While Draco and Rama were both having breakfast, Zoya walked into the dining hall.
As footsteps echoed behind them, they both veered around to see Zoya approaching them.
Rama's eyes widened, not because she was only surprised to see her, but for the fact that she now looked different in contrast to how she had left.
Rama rose from her chair, gaping at her with wide eyes. Despite the inky black tendrils of hair framing her face, instead of pristine white strands and the change of outfit, those stormy grey eyes of hers were impossible to forget.
"Zoya." Rama called, her voice coated with bewilderment, meanwhile, Draco was rather neutral.
"Your Highnesses." Zoya greeted with a bow.
