Chapter 7: Starve of Freedom

Seraphina stood by the window, gazing out at the horizon as she began to talk to a butterfly, as if it was listening to her, her voice barely above a whisper.

"There are individuals who have a burning desire for power in this world," she mused, her tone carrying a hint of contempt. "It significantly undermines their strength and greatly diminishes their prospects for leading a fulfilling life. I saw it firsthand. The girls who prioritised sleeping with Xandriel were clueless about the consequences they'd face. They had no fucking clue what power really meant."

She shook her head, remembering the foolishness of those girls. "I was taken aback by his interest in me, and I've mentioned it before. It had an unusual, almost surreal quality to it."

Her reflection stared back at her from the glass, eyes filled with memories. "I had no understanding of love until I crossed paths with Alexander. I had no parents, siblings, or any relatives. It wasn't until I arrived here that I had any. Trust