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Chapter 21: Cracks in the Glass

Penulis: Nhelahsheere
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-05 03:19:01

Steam curled through the room like ribbons of perfume.

Rose petals floated over milk-white water, their scent sweet enough to make the air heavy.

Selene Vale sat in the center of her private bath, jeweled hairpins glinting in her blonde hair, her posture straight and imperial. She was exuding the aura of Princess Azula in Avatar Aang only that she had a blonde hair and not black.

She could have been a painting — The Queen of Nothing at All.

“Cherry,” she murmured.

One of the maids bowed low, presenting a silver tray.

Selene extended her hand, and the girl placed a plump, red cherry between her fingers.

Selene raised it to her lips and bit slowly, eyes half-closed, savoring the taste.

The juice trailed down her thumb like a drop of blood.

“Again,” she said softly.

The maid who had shifted far away from her approached, trembling a little.

Selene did not look at her, she was lost in her reflection rippling across the water.

“I remember,” she began, voice dreamy, “when I was fifteen. My m
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