Ella’s chamber was a storm of silk and broken glass. Vases that once held fresh lilies lay shattered across the floor, shards glittering like cruel diamonds beneath the dim light. She had ripped the curtains from their rails, clawed at the velvet pillows on her bed until the feathers spilled in a mockery of snow, and her breath came in ragged gasps, hot and desperate.Her hair, usually combed into perfection, now stuck to her damp face, strands clinging to the salt of her tears. She paced, barefoot, kicking porcelain pieces as if punishing them for existing. Every step screamed frustration, every movement a testament to the fury that burned through her veins."Her," Ella spat aloud, her voice breaking in the silence. "Always her!"The name Lara rolled on her tongue like venom. A weak, plain, undeserving girl—yet Crane looked at her, guarded her, as if she was the rarest jewel. And Ella? Ella who had stood beside him in battles, who had sharpened her c
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