A Letter In The Dark

Chapter 104: A Letter in the Dark

The walls of Evric’s palace pressed in on me like a cage. They were tall, carved from stone older than I could name, and no matter how many times I walked the same endless corridors, they always felt colder, emptier, as though the air itself wanted me to remember I was not free. I had food, I had a roof over my head, and guards at every corner to “protect” me, yet none of it brought peace. This was not safety—it was a prison.

I often woke to silence, the kind that rings in your ears and makes you feel even more alone. My mornings were dictated before I could breathe. Servants brought meals I didn’t ask for, trays of delicacies that had no taste to me. Even when I forced myself to eat for the sake of my child, the food turned to ash in my mouth. Every step I took was followed by watchful eyes. The guards never looked at me with kindness; to them I was not a woman, not a Luna, only Evric’s possession, something he claimed as his.

And him—Evric. His pres