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Silvia’s Side of the Chessboard

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POV: Silvia

If this mansion was a chessboard, I was the piece everyone assumed had already been moved off the board.

Too quiet. Too contained. Too… still.

But I was learning.

Learning how to play while sitting still. How to listen through closed doors. How to make moves in silence.

Torreto didn’t speak much these days. Eliza stayed busy. The guards patrolled like machines. Mariam alternated between polite detachment and unsolicited comments about my posture.

It was all fine.

I’d gotten good at pretending.

Every hallway, every locked room, every watchful gaze - I knew how to smile past it. How to nod at my father’s men like they didn’t make my skin crawl. How to sit through Mariam’s fourth breakfast comment about “discipline and modesty” without stabbing my croissant.

I didn’t say much. But inside?

I was strategizing.

---

It started in the sitting room.

A quiet afternoon. Gray outside. The kind of weather that made the city look like it had been washed in bleach.

I was flipping throu
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