Illyana's POV:
Trigger warning: domestic abuse, insinuation of s****l assault (not depicted).
The moment had come for me to make my move. I gathered the heavy drapes, their weight surprisingly substantial, as I began to transform them from luxurious trappings into tools of escape. Silk sheets stripped off the bed came next, adding to my makeshift rope as I knotted and tugged and tested their strength. Every action silenced; a calculated risk, a gamble against the watchful eyes of the guards that were stationed just outside my door.
With my makeshift rope secured, I turned my attention to the window. To freedom. A black rectangle against the backdrop of twinkling lights. A portal. A breath, cold night air a welcome shock, a taste of the world beyond these walls. I glanced down, noting no
