LIVIA POVMy life was fading away within these four walls.It’s funny how I was joyful about the luxuries, but after spending over a month here, these four gilded, marble-lined walls had become more like a high-end mausoleum designed specifically to bury me alive.I paced the length of my bedchamber, the soft soles of my slippers sinking into the plush Persian rug, counting the slow ticks of the grand clock in the corner. Sixty seconds in a minute. Sixty minutes in an hour. Twenty-four excruciating hours in a day where I was expected to sit quietly, smile at the servants, swallow Maris’s dreadful cooking, and play the part of a fragile, submissive royal decorative piece.I was losing my mind. Good gracious goddess.Back home, my life had been loud, chaotic, and undeniably real. I had my fabric swatches, my sewing machine humming late into the night, my bustling social circle, my late-night calls with my and the constant, exhilarating rush of building something with my own two hands. I
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