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Chapter 22

Author: Tyrandria
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-11 12:05:19

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

— Aphrodite —

It’s strange.

I used to dream of silence.

I thought silence would mean peace—no flashing cameras, no fake laughter, no goddamn headlines calling me a goddess when I felt like a ghost.

Now the silence is constant.

And it’s killing me.

Because I’ve realized something.

I didn’t crave quiet.

I craved freedom.

And Godric’s silence?

Is just another kind of prison.

---

The penthouse he keeps me in is bigger than most hotels.

Glass walls. Polished marble. Chandeliers that look like constellations frozen in crystal.

It should feel luxurious.

It should feel powerful.

But I feel like a bird trapped in a jewel-encrusted cage.

I pace the length of the bedroom like it’ll open if I just walk enough steps.

Sometimes I count the floor tiles.

Sometimes I talk to myself.

Sometimes I lie on the floor in a silk robe and stare at the ceiling, wondering if anyone would even notice if I disappeared completely.

---

“You don’t need the world anymore,” Godric told me last week.
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