Hertha was scrolling through her news feed when her jaw nearly hit the floor. Without wasting a second, she scrambled for Thalassa's number and called her up, ready to give Lysander a piece of her mind. Just a few days ago, Thalassa had been telling her how Lysander had called off his engagement with Rosalind, and how it wasn't Lysander who had kicked Thalassa out of the Royal Estates. The misunderstanding was cleared, and Lysander even confessed his feelings to Thalassa.

And now, Lysander was announcing his engagement to Rosalind?

Was he just playing games with Thalassa?

Men are dogs. Not a decent one in the bunch!

Hertha, panicking, tried calling Thalassa, only to find her phone was turned off.

That couldn't be right; Thalassa never turns off her phone.

Thalassa's place and rang the doorbell for what felt like an eternity, but no one answered. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website

and Hertha's

past three years, aside from her visits to the Royal Estates to take care of Lysander, Thalassa had always been a homebody. Now, with no

through Hertha. She kept ringing the bell, but

Really bad. When someone who's usually reachable suddenly isn't, it's always a bad sign. Pacing anxiously at Thalassa's doorstep, Hertha was at a loss for what to do next or who

most desperate moment, a name popped into her

grievances had to be set aside.

Alaric's number, and before he could even ask what was wrong, she blurted out, "Thalassa's gone missing! I'm terrified she might

end, Hertha's voice was choked with tears. Thalassa was her best friend, her only true friend in this world, and she just couldn't bear the thought of losing

known a father's love. Now in her thirties, even though she had reconciled with her biological father, Joshua, he

mother had passed

precious treasures had been taken

the world to call her own, a thought that was

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