The woman sat alone in the dark cell, her surroundings shrouded in shadows and silence. The place where she was held was a bleak labyrinth, so oppressive that it could crush even the bravest warrior.
There was nothing here.
No luxury. No beauty. No adoration.
Her life had never fallen so low. Once, she lived with everything at her fingertips—admired for her radiance, intelligence, and sharp wit.
She had walked among jewellery and perfumes, commanding glances wherever she went. But all of that was gone, lost to a miscalculated obsession.
She believed she could have it all—Kyren's heart and the power to surpass all other nobles. She thought her charm and cleverness would be enough to manipulate fate. How terribly mistaken she had been.
