Lilet's scream echoed through the room, sharp and filled with horror. I gasped, my heart thudding painfully in my chest.
Before us, sitting on the bed, was a woman - a mere shadow of who she once was. She was painfully thin, her wrists and ankles bruised and raw from the rusted iron chains that bound her. The chain at her feet was long enough to allow her to reach the bathroom, but it was still an unforgiving restraint. She wore tattered remnants of what must have once been royal attire - an expensive, silky gown that looked as if it had been replaced recently, a cruel mockery of her imprisonment.
She was beautiful, breathtaking, even, Long silver hair cascaded down her neck, shimmering like moonlight.
And her face…It was like looking in a mirror. The three of us look exactly alike.
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