Chapter 51

Arina huffed in frustration as she struggled to open the anklet, her fingers fumbling with the delicate clasp. The diamond-studded ornament shimmered against her creamy skin, its beauty a stark contrast to the sense of confinement it imposed on her small ankle.

Reyan had commissioned the royal ornaments designer to create the anklet, requesting a design that resembled a cuff rather than a traditional anklet. Being the esteemed royal designer, he had spared no expense in crafting the piece, aiming to earn the king's appreciation and a hefty sum of money in return.

But to Arina, the anklet felt more like a chain than an ornament, suffocating her with its weight and symbolism. It was a constant reminder of her lack of freedom, making her feel like a prisoner with her foot shackled.

Lost in her thoughts, she was jolted back to reality by the vibration of her mobile, signaling an incoming message. With a sense of trepidation, she unlocked her phone and saw a message from an unknown n