~The Author~
Queen Fortuna still couldn't believe everything that had happened. She sat quietly in the corner of the room ever since Karl locked her up. It felt like a joke, a cruel dream, but it was all real. The king—her husband—had truly turned his back on her. Karl, the man who always forgave her mistakes, who would get angry but still find a way to stay by her side, had now chosen someone else over her. That was something she never imagined.
She was still trying to accept it, trying to understand how everything fell apart so quickly. When the maid brought her dinner, she didn't even look at the food. Her stomach was empty, but her heart felt even more hollow.
Angelina hadn't come. She was nowhere to be found. Maybe she was following Karl's orders—no visitors, no distractions. Fortuna let out a bitter laugh. Of course Angelina would be scared. After the way Karl treated both her and Rosalind, what hope did a maid have? He would crush anyone who stood in his way now.
