Sienna grimaced. "I told you not to address me as such."
It had been a long time since she'd walked away from her life as a Roselei princess, and she had no wish to carry even the shadow of that title.
Once, she'd had all the luxuries in the world – tables that glittered beneath chandeliers, dresses lined with the finest stones, servants waiting in the corridors for her to lift a finger.
It had been beauty without freedom, wealth without choice.
The castle walls had not been a home. They had been a cage, one so fine and silken that the rest of the world forgot it still trapped her.
She hadn't known what living meant until she had run.
Until she had found herself in a cramped, weathered house with no attendants to call on, and later, until she had Davi.
Life had been simpler then, stripped of pomp and heavy expectations, and for the first time she had been free to breathe.
