Chapter 2: A Cage Of Gold
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Kaelith barely had time to process what had happened before she was swept away into a world that was no longer her own.
The moment she signed that contract, everything changed.
The butler reappeared, his expression unreadable as he escorted her out of the dining room and into the vast, towering halls of the callisto estate. The silence was oppressive, pressing in from all sides as she followed him through endless corridors of marble and gold. Everything about this place screamed power, wealth, and isolation. It was beautiful—undeniably so—but there was no warmth here.
It was a gilded cage, and she was its newest prisoner.
"You will be staying in the west wing," the butler informed her as they ascended a grand staircase, his voice neutral, practiced. "Master Lysander prefers privacy, so you are not to enter his quarters without permission. Meals are served in the dining hall at scheduled times, but if you require anything, the staff will attend to you."
Kaelith barely nodded, her mind still spinning.
She hadn't even spoken to Lysander after signing the contract. He had simply taken the document, given her a single glance—one she couldn’t quite decipher—and left the room without another word. It was as if the act of binding them together in marriage was nothing more than an item on his to-do list.
She wasn’t sure if that was a relief or an insult.
The butler stopped before a set of double doors at the end of the corridor. He opened them without a word, stepping aside for her to enter.
Kaelith hesitated for a moment before stepping inside—and immediately felt the breath leave her lungs.
The room was massive, far bigger than her entire apartment had been. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, and the furniture was the kind one would expect in a royal palace—luxurious, elegant, untouchable. A bed large enough to swallow her whole sat in the center, draped in silken sheets that shimmered under the warm glow of the chandelier above.
This wasn’t just a bedroom.
It was a statement. A reminder of the vast difference between her world and Lysander’s.
Her fingers curled into her palms as she took a slow step forward. This was where she would live now. This was her reality.
The butler cleared his throat. "Your belongings have already been brought in. If you require anything else, you may call for the staff. Master Lysander will inform you of any further expectations."
Kaelith turned to him, swallowing down the unease tightening in her chest. "And… what if I want to leave?"
His expression didn’t change. "You signed the contract, ma’am."
She had.
And that meant she no longer belonged to herself.
The butler gave a small nod and stepped back, pulling the doors shut behind him. The heavy click of the lock settling into place sent a shiver down her spine.
Alone now, Kaelith let out a shaky breath and walked toward the window. The city stretched endlessly below, glowing with a million tiny lights. Somewhere down there was the life she had once known—the freedom she had lost.
Her fingers brushed against the cold glass as she whispered to herself, "What have I done?"
A shadow shifted behind her.
Her body tensed as she turned—and found Lysander standing in the doorway.
He was still dressed in the same black suit, but now, without the grand dining hall between them, he seemed even more imposing. His presence was suffocating, an aura of silent dominance that left no room for argument.
For a long moment, he said nothing, simply watching her with those unreadable eyes.
Then, finally, he spoke.
"Your life as you knew it is over," he said, his voice as smooth as silk, yet as cold as steel. "You belong to me now."
Kaelith’s heart slammed against her ribs.
The cage door had closed.
And she was trapped inside.
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But she wasn’t just going to accept it.
As soon as he turned to leave, she took a step forward, fists clenched. "Is that all you have to say?" Her voice came out sharper than she intended, but she didn’t care.
Lysander paused at the doorway, one hand resting on the frame. "What else is there to say?" he murmured without turning around.
She let out a humorless laugh. "I don’t know. Maybe an explanation? Maybe something about how you’re forcing me into a life I never asked for?"
Now, he did turn. Slowly. His gaze pinned her in place, dark and unreadable. "You knew what you were agreeing to."
"That doesn’t make it right."
His lips twitched, something almost amused flickering across his face. "Right or wrong doesn't matter. The contract is sealed. You're here now."
Kaelith glared at him, but her pulse was racing. She could see it now—the kind of man he was. Cold, calculated, distant. He didn’t care about her feelings. This was just another transaction to him.
And that made her blood boil.
She took a deep breath, schooling her expression into something neutral. If he wanted to play this game, fine. She would play too.
"Fine," she said, tilting her chin up. "But don’t expect me to make this easy for you."
Lysander's gaze flickered with something unreadable before he gave her a slow, deliberate smirk.
"Good," he murmured. "I wouldn't want you to."
With that, he turned and disappeared down the hall, leaving her standing there, fists clenched, heart pounding.
This was war.
And she had no intention of losing.
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