Chapter Eighty-Three

Third-person POV

The sun had just begun to cast its golden hues across the palace grounds as Kazia woke to the soft knock on her door. It was Aldana, the head servant, her stern face softened with a hint of concern.

"Good morning, Kazia," she greeted, her voice tinged with worry. "The King is waiting for you. He wants you to accompany him outside the palace. You should prepare yourself."

Kazia nodded, her eyes flickering with a mix of annoyance and resignation. Being summoned by King Murad meant another day of enduring his haughty presence and his attempts to assert his dominance over her. She understood the dynamics of their relationship – she was his pet, bound to him by the cruel twist of fate. But that didn't mean she had to like it.

With a curt acknowledgment, she motioned for Aldana to leave, closing the door behind her. The room was adorned with opulent fabrics and intricate designs, a stark contrast to the confinements of the storage room. Yet, it was still a cage of anoth