…
Meanwhile back at the fortress. It had been less than twenty-four hours since Laurel left, yet things had begun to change.
Soft golden light filled the room, falling on Felicia who was pacing back and forth, her heels clicking lightly against the polished floor, her arms folded tightly across her chest as her brows remained furrowed.
While Vera sat on the edge of the couch with her fingers intertwined, her expression uncertain, and Margaret leaned lazily against the chair with one leg crossed over the other, her posture relaxed.
"This is ridiculous," Felicia said, stopping abruptly as she turned to look at them. "We should be celebrating that the vixen has finally left… but who knew nothing would change? Everything is still the same as if she were around… I can't continue living on the outer wall."
