A GIRL NAMED NOVA.
The servants had retired, and only the faint hum of the night breeze filled the halls.
I stood before the window of my room, the city lights glittering below like stars fallen to earth. My reflection stared back at me — elegant, calm, untouchable.
But beneath the surface, I was trembling.
They called him The Man of Ice.
But if they looked closer, maybe they’d see that he wasn’t the only one frozen inside.
Somewhere along the way, I had built my own walls — to keep out pain, betrayal, and the loneliness that came from being unloved.