Alera’s POV
I sat on the thin mattress in my dimly lit chamber, staring at nothing in particular. My mind was a tangled mess, a storm of thoughts that refused to settle. Everything about my life had changed, and no matter how much I tried to accept it, the weight of my new reality pressed down on me like a heavy chain.
I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be a slave.
I had once been a princess—an heir to a powerful clan, raised with dignity and purpose. Now, I was nothing more than a servant, stripped of my name, my title, my freedom. But even in this cage, even with the constant reminder of what I had lost, my memories refused to die.
They clung to me like a second skin.
Decades Ago
Silver Moon Clan
The morning light filtered through the delicate silk curtains, castin
