Victori's POVI stand in the balcony of my new rooms, watching the vast land before me.This was my son's idea of mercy — to exile me here under the guise of honor. Of course, it must look like privilege to the everyone else. To me, it is exile dressed in fancy"Your tea, my lady," Helena, my maid of many years, spoke softly as soon as she kept a tray beside me.I do not look back. My eyes are fixed on the horizon. "Do you hear it?" I whisper.She hesitates, confused. "Hear what, my lady?""The silence," I whisper. "It's… deafening ."Helena makes no comment, but merely bows and slips away silently. I am left to myself — the one company I've never not liked.For years, the palace was my symphony. Every whisper, every plot, every careful step in the game of power had been music to me. And now, silence is all I have. Silence, and the memories of what I destroyed.Everything I hated during the first week here — walls, food, and people. They looked at me suspiciously, and I could almost h
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