For the first time in what felt like forever, Becca was tired of staring at the same four walls.The healer had repeatedly instructed her to rest, Mira had repeated those instructions even more aggressively, the maids had practically been ordered to watch her every movement and while Becca appreciated everyone's concern, she was beginning to feel trapped.She wasn't dying, she wasn't bedridden, she certainly wasn't a fragile doll, at least not in her opinion.The morning sunlight poured through the windows of her room as she stood near the mirror adjusting her dress.One of the maids immediately noticed."Luna Becca?"Becca sighed."I know what you're going to say, but I'm only taking a walk and walking is very restful" she said.The maid didn't look convinced. Neither did the other two maids standing nearby.She started walking toward the door."Let's get some fresh air" she said and the maids quickly followed.The mansion corridors were unusually peaceful that morning. Several peopl
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