"Your Highness," The nursemaid gasped upon seeing Kiara's ashen face, immediately rushing forward to steady her.
"What's wrong?"
"Monet," Kiara trembled violently in the nursemaid's embrace, haunted by the chilling look in Luna's eyes moments ago.
"It was terrifying... Mother is terrifying."
Monet had no idea what had transpired, but knowing it involved the Grand Princess, she dared not pry.
Instead, she held Kiara close, murmuring soothing words.
It took a long while before Kiara finally calmed down.
"I'm alright now, Monet.
You may attend to your duties."
"Of course," Monet replied with tender affection.
"It's late, Your Highness.
You should rest."
Kiara nodded.
Monet dimmed the lights in the chamber and lit Kiara's favorite scented candle before quietly taking her leave.
"Goodnight, Princess.
Sweet dreams."
Sweet dreams indeed.
Kiara lay in bed, the evening's events replaying relentlessly in her mind.
