The Tyrant’s Broken Princess
My chest heaved, each rise and fell quickly.
“Open your eyes,” he repeated, his voice unwavering, the command echoing in the silent space between us. Although reluctant,I did it.
My eyelids fluttered open, and I was met with a reflection— my own eyes, wide with terror, staring back at me. My own face is pale and distorted with fear.
“This is who you are,” His voice rose higher, as though the more he yelled, the more I would acknowledge his words. “Do not forget that. You’re a maid and nothing but a maid.
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