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Chapter 1: Release

Wren POV The first punch to my ribs didn't hurt as much as the guard's laugh when I hit the ground."Get up, Voss." Guard Renner nudged me with the toe of her boot, not gentle about it. "You've got somewhere to be."I didn't move immediately,somewhere behind me, I heard Tamsin sniggering, the woman who swung first. Tamsin always went for people the day before their release. Word was, if she left a mark deep enough, the next girl to take that cell would think twice before crossing her.I used to think that logic was insane. Two years in the Hallow Quarry taught me it made perfect sense.I pushed myself up slowly, testing the rib that had taken the worst of it. I'd broken enough times to know the difference between a cracked rib and a broken rib. "She's mine tomorrow," Tamsin said, spitting into the dirt near my boot. "Don't get comfortable wherever you're going, Princess."Princess. That's what they called me here, ever since some idiot found out who my family used to be. It never la

Última actualización : 2026-09-18

Chapter 2: Homecoming

Wren POV Damian didn't touch me again after that.He kept a careful two feet of space between us the whole walk up to the house, hands stuffed in his pockets like he didn't trust them not to reach for me and set me off a second time. The pack house hadn't changed. Same grey stone, same ivy crawling up the east wall that Rosalind never let anyone cut back. It should've felt like something, walking up those front steps again. It felt like nothing. Like looking at a photograph of a place I used to live.Inside, the whole house was in chaos. Servants I didn't recognize were hauling crates of silverware through the front hall, someone was up on a ladder rehanging the old pack banners, and nobody so much as glanced our way."Watch it.." A young girl, maybe sixteen, nearly walked straight into me carrying a stack of folded linens taller than her head. She sidestepped at the last second, muttered a quick "sorry, miss," and kept moving without actually looking at my face.Miss. Not even a fl

Última actualización : 2026-09-18

Chapter 3: The Last Place That Still Felt Like Hers

Wren POV I woke up before the sun did. Old habit. In the quarry, you got up when they told you, and if you weren't already awake and standing, they made sure you regretted it.Nobody was pounding on my door here. That should've felt like a relief. Mostly it just felt strange, lying there in the quiet, waiting for an order that wasn't coming.I got dressed and went looking for the greenhouse.It used to sit off the east wing, past the kitchens, tucked behind a row of hedges Rosalind kept trimmed into perfect squares. She and I spent hours there when I was a kid,mixing salves, drying herbs, her showing me which roots calmed a fever and which ones you never, ever mixed together unless you wanted to poison somebody by accident. It was the one place in that house that had always felt like it belonged to just the two of us.I told myself I wasn't hoping for anything. I told myself that the whole walk was over, and I still felt my chest go tight when I turned the corner and saw the door.Sa

Última actualización : 2026-09-18

Chapter 4: Replaced as a Daughter

Wren POV Rosalind's morning tea was chamomile with two spoons of honey, never three, because three made her stomach turn. She took her heart medicine at eight, not before, because on an empty stomach it made her dizzy. She hated the east-facing chair in her sitting room because the sun hit her eyes at that hour, and she'd sit there anyway if nobody moved her, too polite to ask.I used to know all of that better than anyone in this house. I figured I'd start there.I got to her sitting room at half past seven, tray in hand, tea steeped exactly the way she liked it. The door was already open.Calla was sitting on the arm of Rosalind's chair, laughing at something, a different cup of tea already steaming on the side table."Morning," I said, from the doorway."Wren!" Rosalind looked pleased enough to see me, at least. "Come in, come in.""I brought your tea.""Oh." She glanced at the cup already in front of her, then back at me, and something apologetic crossed her face. "That's so swee

Última actualización : 2026-09-18

Chapter 5: Prison Never Ended

Wren POV Garrett found me in the corridor outside the kitchen, arms full of table linens I was supposed to be dropping off in the dining hall. He didn't say anything at first. Just stood there blocking my path, arms crossed, that same scar through his eyebrow pulled tight with whatever he worked himself up over since yesterday."Heard an interesting story this morning," he said."Good for you.""About how you brought Luna Rosalind tea yesterday. Real touching. Real devoted daughter routine." His voice had an edge to it I hadn't heard from him yet. "Except word is you made a scene about it in front of half the staff.""I didn't make a scene.""That's not what I heard.""Then you heard wrong." I shifted the linens in my arms, tried to step around him. He moved to block me again."You know what I think?" he said. "I think you're playing a long game. Sad little servant girl, tragic prison victim, everybody's supposed to feel sorry for you right before the King shows up and Calla's future

Última actualización : 2026-09-18

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