Akira's POVAll I have known since the moment I was born was loneliness and loss. My mother had died, separating me from the only warmth I was ever meant to know. My twin, my other half, the one who was supposed to walk through life with me, had been taken too. She had been murdered.From the very start, we were hunted. Persecuted for reasons I could not understand, as if our existence alone was a crime. That cruelty shaped everything that followed. My life was not my own. I was never given choices, never asked what I wanted. Instead, I was forced into servitude, reduced to nothing more than a maid, though in reality, I was something far worse. A slave. For as long as I could remember, I had lived in Ulrika, bound to that place like a bird in a cage. I knew nothing beyond its walls, and had no concept of freedom. And then, one day, everything changed. I was sold. There was no discussion, no warning. Just a simple exchange, money for a life. My life. And just like that, I bel
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