Fallen
The air felt lighter without him — not safe, but less suffocating.
Nina wandered the halls aimlessly, her steps slow, her thoughts heavy. The maids moved silently around her, never meeting her eyes. She was invisible here. A ghost in silk.
Eventually, she found herself standing by the tall window again. The garden called to her — wild, overgrown, forgotten. A patch of green in a house built on cruelty.
She slipped outside.
The sun was warm on her skin, the breeze gentle. For the first time in days, she felt something close to calm. She knelt in the dirt, her fingers brushing aside dead leaves and tangled roots. She worked slowly, methodically — pruning, clearing, planting.
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