*Aloria*
I'm back in my room, the heavy door clicking shut behind me, and the silence envelops me like a thick fog. The opulent surroundings that once seemed so enchanting now feel suffocating. The flickering candlelight casts long, wavering shadows across the walls, mirroring the turmoil inside me. I sink onto the edge of the plush bed, my thoughts racing like wild horses.
I can’t go through with this. The weight of the Prince's possessive gaze lingers, a brand on my soul. The dance we shared, the way he spoke of our union, all of it feels like a noose tightening around my neck. I think of the way he whispered promises that made my skin crawl, how he spoke of pleasure, of power, as if I were a mere object to be owned.
I can’t be this person. I refuse to let myself be reduced to an or
