"Get out! All of you, now!" Aurora's voice rang sharply through the chamber, laced with fury as she glared at the maids who had come bearing news.
The two girls froze where they stood, startled by the sudden outburst. Just moments ago, they had only informed her that Beta Lucien had summoned all breeders to the Grand Hall. They had expected annoyance, perhaps even irritation, but not this explosive rage.
Aurora rose abruptly from her seat, pacing back and forth across the room like a caged beast. Her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She bit down hard on her finger, a nervous habit she had long failed to control, her mind clearly spiraling.
The maids exchanged uneasy glances.
They hadn't done anything wrong.
"My lady… we still have to prepare you for the day," one of them said carefully, her tone gentle, almost pleading, as though trying to calm a storm.
