[ AYSEL ]
I sit on the cold, bare floor of the dungeon cell, my arms wrapped tightly around myself as if that alone can keep me from falling apart.
It doesn’t.
Tears keep pouring down my face, endless and stinging, never stopping since the moment they threw me in here.
I am not stupid.
I know exactly what happened. I know I was framed.
And I know very well who is behind it.
The consorts.
I have always known they could be cruel and vicious when they wanted to be, but I never imagined they would go this far. Never imagined they would destroy me like this just to get rid of me.
I have never tried to compete with them or even tried to prove I was better than them.
If anything, they are the ones who hold more power and influence in this packhouse. They have been here longer, they kno
