Andria's POV
My chest burned. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying so hard to pretend I was in class, knowing that I was just an outcast, and once found out, it could either turn out positively or negatively.
"But there's a popular rumor that insinuates that the body of the baby was never buried," Miss Clara added quietly.
"But then again, that's just a myth."
"The king must be so heartless. How could he kill his mate?" A male student voiced out.
"Well, in case you missed it, she was defiled," Liara cut in aggressively.
I could tell that she was just as uncomfortable with this topic as I was.
After all, she was the princess born to the desperate Luna. Like a mother, like a daughter.
"But the queen's friend is a wicked one. How could she desire her friend's mate?" the same male student voiced out again.
At this point, I knew he was just trying to be a pain in the ass against Liara, and it was oddly satisfying.
