เข้าสู่ระบบClara’s POV“I think you should leave her,” Fiona said softly, her voice careful, like she was walking on broken glass. “If marrying the king is her decision, then let her be. It’s time you stop living with the weight your mother placed on your shoulders. You deserve your own life, Clara. You deserve to be happy too.”I didn’t answer.My eyes stayed fixed on the narrow strip of light that slipped through the cracks in the dungeon wall. The stone was cold beneath my fingers, but I barely felt it. All I could hear was Amelia’s voice in my head, angry, trembling, determined.I will marry him, whether you like it or not.A bitter smile tugged at my lips.Happiness. Freedom. Letting go.Those words had never belonged to me.“When is the king planning the announcement?” I asked, my voice steady, emotion buried deep beneath layers of control.Fiona hesitated. “I still haven’t found the exact time. The palace is unusually quiet. But…” She paused. “I brought someone with me. He’s waiting to be
Amelia’s POV“What’s this?” she asked, staring at the diamond inside the black velvet box. I quickly pulled it out of her hands My fingers trembled slightly as I held it tighter.“The king proposed,” I said, a small smile forming on my lips before I could stop it.Her face hardened instantly.“He did what?” she snapped. “Tell me you didn’t accept it.”I hesitated.“What’s your business if I accept it or not?” I shot back, my eyes drifting to the divorce papers lying on the floor of her cell. The white sheets looked dull and lifeless against the dark stone. It was already signed “It’s not like you’re still married to him,” I added quietly.She laughed, but there was no humor in it.“You really think this is a fairy tale?” she asked. “The moment you marry him, the world will know. They will tear you apart. They will call you names, question your dignity, strip you of everything. Do you think you can survive that? You that love to give up on life when life gets tough, you won’t even sp
Amelia’s POVThe cold hit me first.The moment I stepped into the dungeon, the air felt heavier, damp, and sharp against my skin. The walls were made of dark stone, stained by time and misery. The torches flickered weakly, throwing long shadows that danced like restless spirits.I wrapped my arms around myself, fighting the sudden urge to turn back.I didn’t belong in a place like this.No one did.But Clara did.She was lying on the narrow bench inside the cell, one leg crossed over the other, her back resting against the wall as if she were in a guest room rather than a prison. She looked too calm, too comfortable, like this was just another room in the palace.My footsteps echoed as I walked closer.The moment she saw me, she stood.We faced each other through the iron bars, eyes locked, neither of us knowing what to say. So many emotions filled my chest, anger, fear, love, betrayal.“I thought you would never come,” she said quietly.“Well, even if we don’t see eye to eye,” I repl
Amelia’s POVI sat on the edge of the chair, holding my small hand mirror up to my neck, tilting my head from side to side to check for any marks. The memory of Kai’s hands wrapped around my throat still burned in my mind, even though the pain was slowly fading. My skin was tender, red in places, and I could still feel the phantom pressure of his fingers, as if they were still there, squeezing the air out of me.I swallowed and lowered the mirror, exhaling shakily.Just then, the door opened.“I told you,” I said quickly, startled, “you can’t keep walking into my room like that. What if someone sees you?”I dropped the mirror onto the vanity table, my heart pounding as I turned to face him.The king only smiled, that familiar calm smile that always made my chest tighten. He walked toward me like he had all the time in the world, as if the palace walls were not filled with secrets, danger, and eyes that watched everything.I forced a breath and tried to steady myself.“How is Clara?” I
Clara’s POVShe slowly slid down the wall, her back resting against the cold stone, her legs folding beneath her as if they could no longer carry the weight of her pain. Her shoulders shook violently, her breath coming out in broken sobs. Tears streamed down her face, soaking into the fabric of her dress as though every memory, every regret, every wound was replaying in her mind like a cruel television series she could not turn off.“I love him,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the wind drifting through the dungeon vents. “All I ever wanted was for him to love me too. All I ever wanted was to be loved. Is that too much to ask?”Her words struck me like a blade.At that moment, I no longer saw a wicked woman who destroyed lives for one man’s attention. I no longer saw the enemy I had been mocking just moments ago. I saw a broken soul. A child trapped inside an adult body, starving for affection, desperate to feel chosen, just once.And in that instant, I saw myself in her.
Clara’s POV“You bitch, where is Alex?” Elena shouted, her voice sharp and angry as she stormed toward my cell. Her heels clicked against the cold stone floor, echoing through the dungeon, each step full of venom.A small smile crept onto my face as I crossed my legs, leaning back against the wall, calm and untouchable. My eyes glinted with amusement as I looked up at her, my posture the picture of innocence.“How do you expect me to know where Alex is?” I asked innocently, hiding the mischievous curve of my lips behind a carefully crafted expression. “I am locked in a dungeon, remember?”Elena’s glare sharpened, and she took another step closer, her fists clenching.“Don’t act dumb with me,” she spat, emphasizing the word ‘MEDUSA’ as if the name alone would make me break. “I saw your men kidnap him. MEDUSA.”A thrill ran down my spine. She knew, or at least she suspected. And I loved that.“I know your men’s dress code,” she continued angrily, her eyes flashing like daggers.I tilted





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