Lilith had once believed that losing Eryx was the greatest tragedy of her life. For years, she had carried that belief like a sacred wound. She had blamed her father. She had blamed Malthus. She had blamed the royal court. She had blamed politics, blood, destiny, and every person who had ever stood between her and the man she once loved. But now, sitting alone inside the stone prison beneath Eryx's fortress, Lilith was beginning to understand something far more painful. Perhaps the person she had blamed the least... was herself. The cell was quiet. There were no servants. No attendants. No royal guards standing at attention. Only thick stone walls, iron bars, and a single narrow window through which the pale winter light entered. Lilith sat on a wooden chair beside the window. Her burgundy hair fell loosely over her shoulders. Once, that hair had been carefully styled with jewels. Once, she had worn magnificent gowns. Once, nobles had lowered their heads whenever she
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