I was thrown into a carriage, dragged off to the prison grounds outside the palace, by order of Duke Dylan himself.
The luxurious gown that once symbolized my power and title now clung to me like a cruel joke. The crown had fallen from my head the moment Cassian slammed me to the floor. My once-tidy hair was now a tangled mess, falling wildly over my shoulders.
I looked like a discarded doll, stripped of her pedestal and tossed into the dirt.
How ridiculous. These so-called male leads who once vied for my attention had crumbled like puppets the second the system pulled their strings. Love in this world… it was never real. Just another pretty trinket to be bought, bartered, or discarded.
If Aurora really is a player, then who's hiding behind that sugary shell?
Where is she from? What kind of person takes over that body? Could she be from the same modern world I came from?
And the Davinas before me, did their ends have anything to do with her?
