The master suite of Thorne Manor didn’t feel like a bedroom anymore; it felt like a beautifully decorated battlefield. Every time my eyes brushed over the vast, silk-draped bed, I was reminded of the new terms of my imprisonment. Silas wasn't satisfied with a contract bride who lived in the shadows. He wanted a dynasty, and he had decided that I the woman who had dared to run from him was the only one who could provide it.
The gold on the walls seemed to watch me, a silent audience to my new reality. I hadn't slept, my mind racing with the weight of the papers I’d signed. I was back in the cage, and this time, the bars were made of my son’s safety.
The next morning, the air in the hallway felt heavy and still. I was heading toward the north wing nursery, my heart already aching to hold T
