As the carriage lurched forward, I felt my heart breaking. The mansion that had been my prison for six months was now fading into the distance, taking with it the last shreds of hope I had clung to. I wanted to cry, to scream, to beg for one last glimpse of Flynn, Oak, and Elias. But I couldn't. Not with Damien's cold eyes boring into me from across the carriage.
Then again, I knew I wouldn't get any help from them.
I am alone.
I will always be alone.
The chains around my wrists and ankles clinked softly with every bump in the road, a constant reminder of my captivity. I kept my gaze fixed on the embroidery of my red dress, refusing to meet Damien's stare.
He hasn't stopped staring since we got in. What surprised me was the fact that he didn't ask them to drag me to the empire with
