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
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