I went back to my cell, silent, sore, and withdrawn.
That’s how another phase of my life began — a dark, unwanted chapter that no one warned me about. Since that day, the concoction still tasted different, bitter in a way that lingered on my tongue and in my soul. But I didn’t care anymore. I stopped caring about many things.
From that incident onward, the Prince became even more harsh and cold towards me. His orders were sharper, his gaze more cutting. And yet... I began to grow used to it. The beatings, the demands, the silent looks — all of it became part of my new reality.
Despite everything, I still helped Precious in the kitchen. Cooking became my only escape, the only place where I could feel a little normal again. And even there, I remained quiet, carrying my pain in silence.
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