Freya
I thought I was being clever, always listening in, always staying two steps ahead of everyone else. For months, I believed that strategy was what kept me alive. Eavesdropping on every conversation, every whisper in the dark corridors, piecing together plans and secrets. But this time, I didn’t see it coming. The moment I was released, my heart leaped, thinking that maybe, just maybe, I’d outwitted them again. But no, I was wrong. The taste of freedom was nothing but an illusion, like dangling bait before a trap.
They led me through towering halls, halls that gleamed with wealth and power, until we arrived at what looked like a palace. No—it was a palace, draped in luxury and grandiosity. My steps faltered as we approached the massive gilded doors, the hairs on the back of my neck p
