DAPHNE
I'm back to being a prisoner in my own room. Ezekiel's orders are absolute, no one is allowed to let me out, and Caelum is banned from coming anywhere near me.
They've assigned me a maid instead, but she's nothing like Caelum. She moves stiffly, avoids my gaze, and speaks only when necessary, her words are clipped and cold. There is no warmth, no comfort. Just another reminder that I'm trapped, watched, guarded, and utterly alone.
I rise from my bed, my bare feet sinking into the cold floor as I take in the shadows around my dimly lit room. The air feels heavy, thick with dread. I move to the window, my fingers trembling slightly as I pull the curtains apart.
The night greets me with a dark sky, the full moon casting its pale glow over the world beyond my prison. In the distanc
