Chapter Eleven
Athena's Point Of View .
Days dragged on within the opulent confines of my gilded prison, where time seemed to lose all meaning . The room, adorned with lavish decor, whispered of luxury and splendor . It was my world, and Gunner, the enigmatic figure who visited me frequently, was my sole companion . I had bestowed the name "Gunner" upon him, a title he seemed to tolerate only from me, while others addressed him with utmost reverence as "Alpha Silver Lord." My memory, a fragmented puzzle, provided little insight into my true identity, shrouding me in a haze of uncertainty .
Gunner's watchful eyes followed my every movement, like a guardian protecting its charge . The intensity of his gaze was unsettling yet strangely comforting . It spoke of a possessiveness that defie
