Freya
When I woke up the next morning, I braced myself for the pain. My entire body ached, and the memory of Kane’s cold, hateful eyes lingered like a storm cloud over my mind. I expected to be in the same cramped, uncomfortable space I'd been shoved into the night before, but as my eyes fluttered open, I was met with a completely different sight. The bed I lay on was large and soft, with silken sheets that felt foreign against my skin. The room was spacious, adorned with luxurious decor that screamed wealth and power. I sat up slowly, every muscle in my body protesting the movement, and glanced around in disbelief. Where the hell am I?
A knock on the door startled me. Before I could even muster a response, it swung open, and a woman dressed in a neat uniform stepped in, pushing a trolle
