The Trapped Heiress
Sleep had been her only refuge, and even that had felt constantly stolen.
Now, as the wheels touched the foreign country, she realised she had crossed more than just miles. She had crossed oceans into exile. She had entered the fragile hope of a life severed from the chains she had left behind.
Her thoughts drifted, unbidden, to the day she had dreaded most: her wedding day. Even before the vows, before the binding words, she had known it would be a prison disguised as ceremony. The night before, she had tossed and turned, her body restless, her mind clawing at the walls of inevitability. Only exhaustion had finally dragged her into sleep, and even then, it had been a shallow, uneasy surrend