Fiona's pov
Lila? How? When? Everything was spinning and nothing made sense anymore. The coronation had been put on hold for a week now and we had to deal with this pending and looming threat.
I walked slowly and mindlessly around the house till I walked past the room where the one person who had been locked up for months now was held—Rachel.
I stood by the door, remembering all she did and how she felt no remorse about what she did. Genuinely, I had forgiven her but I wanted her to be the one to come to her senses.
I twisted the door handle but it was locked.
"Hmmm…I need to get inside." I thought to myself
"Your Highness!"
A voice stunned me, bringing me out of my thoughts. I turned to see a guard and a maid who was carrying a tray of food.
"Your Highness, you should not be here!" The guard said. I looked at his hands which held the key to the door.
"Open it!" I commanded
"But!"
