Nyelle’s POV)Morning light spilled through the tall windows, soft and golden, but it did nothing to warm me. My body ached with exhaustion from the storm of yesterday—the cold, the ride, the way Killian’s presence had pressed against me like a storm itself. I blinked against the brightness, my fingers curling around the edge of the silk sheets, trying to will my heart to slow.This was a palace, a world I had never belonged in. Marble floors gleamed beneath my bare feet, walls trimmed in silver and gold, and sunlight caught on crystal chandeliers like fire caught in dew. Everything glittered, reflected, demanded admiration—but all I felt was small, fragile, and painfully out of place.I rose slowly, each movement stiff, my limbs aching in ways that reminded me of the whipping pain from my father’s hands so many times before. I hated that memory, hated how easily it came back, even here.A soft knock drew my attention. The door opened a sliver, and the kind-faced maid appeared, holdin
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