Shona's heart ached as she looked at Princess Lirael, recalling the bond they had shared since childhood. Shona had grown up by Lirael's side, her mother having served as the princess's maid. In turn, Shona had become Lirael's personal attendant—a trusted companion, more like a sister than a servant. Their closeness had been genuine, built on years of trust and loyalty. But now, everything had changed.
Shona gripped the edge of her gown, her fingers trembling as she forced herself to remain composed. The weight of betrayal hung heavily between them, even though it wasn't hatred that had driven her to this point. She still loved Lirael like a sister, but circumstances had forced her hand. She was betraying the princess not for personal gain, but for the sake of her mother, held captive by the very ministers Lirael struggled to fend off. The same ministers who now plotted against the throne, using Shona as their tool.
