HERA
Just like that, the entire palace switched.
Fear and respect hung in the air like a heavy curtain, and I could feel it—every glance, every whisper, every hurried step when I passed.
It was as if just a whiff of my presence was suddenly too much for them to bear, and I thrived on it.
I had come here with nothing but chains around my wrists, but now… now I was someone they couldn’t afford to cross.
I chose a room on the same floor as Atticus’. It was a deliberate choice, one that made a clear statement: I wasn’t just another occupant of the palace anymore.
I was becoming part of it, about to be integrated into its very structure.
He said nothing when I moved in, no objection, no hesitation. It was as if he was silently handing me the keys to his world. I was free to do as I
