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Elian;
I open my eyes, and it's not the peaceful grogginess of sleep that wakes me up.
No.
It's anger. Anger that's suffocating because it's mangled with irritation and carried over from the last time my eyes were open.
I stare blankly at the ceiling as I feel the irritation bubble under my skin. I try to move, but stop when I realise I've been restrained.
I look up at my hands and find that they've been chained to the bed.
Queen Cassia chained me up!?
I feel my anger and agitation flare as I stare at the shackles holding me bound like I'm some animal.
