Selene’s POVThe iron door groaned open, two guards stepped in, flanking a stern-looking woman with sharp eyes and a braid of silver-streaked black hair tied so tightly. Without a word, they unlocked my chains, hauled me to my feet, and began marching me down the dim corridor.My legs trembled beneath me from the sick churn in my stomach. I knew exactly where I was going.The visit from the king earlier had confirmed it.Still, after a week in that cold, rat-infested cage, the air outside the dungeon felt almost heavenly. I could finally be able to breathe.We arrived in a room—elegant, warm, lit by golden candelabras with rose oil filling the air. A large wooden tub steamed gently in the center, already filled. Silken towels, oils, and strange silver combs lay beside it.I blinked at the absurdity. A bath?“Strip her,” the older woman commanded.I flinched, my hands instinctively wrapping around myself. The two younger maids moved with quiet precision. One loosened my hair. The other
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