Estella’s POV
I woke to a sight that was both foreign and horribly familiar. Pale plaster carved with curling vines adorned the edges of the ceiling, and the fancy chandelier in the middle told me I was no longer in my crappy room in the dorm.
Darius had brought me back to the palace.
I kicked the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed, then froze. Someone had changed me into a knee-length nightdress, but that wasn’t what shocked me the most. Gold circlets glittered around each of my ankles, encrusted with tiny rubies that looked like blood. It was clear what they were—the prettiest shackles I’d ever seen.
At least there was no chain tying me to the bed.
My uniform was gone, and aside from a beautiful silver dress lying carefully on the empty side of the bed, there was
