Semua Bab From Chains To Crown: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Emily’s POVI woke to darkness.Not silence — the kind of dark that breathes, whispering things you can’t quite hear. My head pounded. My limbs felt like stone.I tried to move. Heavy chains — iron ones, cold against my skin — bolted me to the wall behind me. My wrists and ankles were bound.I wasn’t in a hospital.This wasn’t the recovery room.The last thing I remembered was the doctor’s voice:You’ll sleep a little, and when you wake, the world will be waiting.Well, it was.But not the world I knew.The air was thick with mold and rot. The faint flicker of firelight slipped through a grated door across the room. Stone walls bled dampness. I could smell old blood, dried, and something more primal.My pulse kicked. “Hello?” I whispered. “Is someone there?”No response.Until I heard footsteps.Heavy boots echoed against stone. The door creaked open.A man stepped through—towering, broad, dressed in black leathers with a crimson sash and a silver emblem on his chest: a crescent moon

I didn’t fight back anymore. I couldn’t. My voice had gone hoarse, my soul bruised. I simply followed Valentina as she dragged me down the corridor in silence, her grip unrelenting, her eyes blank.I thought maybe she’d say something — anything — but she didn’t. Not a glance. Not a breath of sympathy.She brought me back to the tiny, suffocating cell I’d woken in the first time. The moment the iron door screeched open, the scent of mold and iron returned like a slap to the face.She shoved me inside like trash.“Don’t you dare speak to me in public again,” she snapped, voice raised for the whole dungeon to hear. “You’re a slave, not my equal.” Then she slammed the door behind her. Hard. The sound echoed in my chest like a final nail in a coffin.And I broke.I collapsed to the floor, crawling weakly to a corner of the cell. My body ached, my skin still raw from the last attack — but the ache inside me, the hopeless, soul - deep kind, was worse.Tears flooded my eyes as I cried out lou

I came to inform you that you’ll be taken to the Prince tomorrow morning,” Valentina said, stepping inside with that same flat expression. She dropped a long red dress at my feet. “Wear this. Be ready. I don’t like waiting.”She didn’t ask whether I understood. She just turned and left, the door slamming shut behind her like a final judgment.My heart stopped.They’re taking me to him.The words repeated in my head, echoing over and over again, each one heavier than the last. They’re taking me to the Prince. The one I’d seen with my own eyes murder a woman without blinking. The one whose name silenced rooms and tightened throats.I didn’t even know when sleep claimed me. The fear must have pulled me under like a weight.The next thing I heard was a voice—sharp, impatient.“Wake up. You haven’t even dressed.”I forced my eyes open. Valentina stood over me, her arms crossed, her tone colder than ever.I tried to sit up, but my body betrayed me. Every limb ached. My skin was burning.“I…

Weakly, barely above a whisper, I repeated the only words that mattered anymore:"I'm… hungry."His footsteps thundered toward me in response.Without warning, he yanked me off the bed and slammed my back against the cold stone wall. The impact sent a fresh wave of pain through my already aching body. My breath caught in my throat."You think I care?" he snarled, his eyes burning into mine with raw contempt.Then, his gaze shifted lower. His fingers brushed against my breast, pausing at the faint mark beside it. His brows narrowed. "What's this?" he asked sharply. "That doesn’t look like a tattoo."I didn’t answer immediately. I just stared at him, empty and expressionless, refusing to blink, refusing to flinch. If it would get him angrier, if it would finally make him snap and end this — maybe it was better that way. Maybe death would be a release."Answer me," he growled, his hand clamping onto my nipple and twisting sharply.I winced, gasping in pain, and finally whispered, “It’s n