Chapter 22

VESTA'S POV

I sat in the dark room, the silence heavy around me like a suffocating blanket. Each moment felt like an eternity, the weight of my confinement pressing down on me like a prison of my own making.

I loathed Lucius for treating me like a common prisoner, confining me to this wing of the palace as if I were just a pawn in his twisted game. I felt like I was losing a piece of myself every day, and something told me Lucius knew exactly what he was doing to me. He wouldn't stop unless I stopped him myself.

The next morning, after having breakfast on the balcony, I returned to my room to stare at the ceiling. I tried convincing myself that I wasn’t going mad and that this was perfectly normal for someone who supposedly cared about me.

An omega arrived in the room with a stack of books from the library. She hesitated at the threshold, her eyes darting nervously around as if expecting danger.

"Good morning, Miss Vesta," she greeted timidly. She seemed so young and fearful. I wondere