Rena
I feel like I'm trapped in a strange dream, one that shifts between fantasy and reality with disorienting frequency.
On the one hand, I'm living a life most people can only dream of—I'm married to a Montovian lord, carrying his baby, spending my days in the lavish Del Valle estate with its sprawling gardens, ancient tapestries, and staff attending to my every need. Each morning I wake to silk sheets and breakfast served on antique china; each afternoon I stroll through gardens tended by generations of royal gardeners, each evening I dine on cuisine prepared by chefs trained in the finest European traditions. But despite the luxury all around me, the crystal chandeliers and marble staircases, the centuries-old artwork, and the custom-tailored wardrobe, it's difficult to forget that I
