The door clicked softly behind her, sealing Aurora in the silence of her room. She took a few steps, each one feeling heavier, her chest tightening as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her heart was pounding, raw and exposed, as the magnitude of her father’s words replayed in her mind. The walls of her room, once her haven, now felt like a cage.Aurora moved slowly to her bed, almost as if in a trance, and sat on its edge, hands gripping the coverlet. Her gaze drifted to the distant mountains outside her window, the sun slipping below the horizon, painting the sky in colours that felt too beautiful, too serene for the storm raging inside her. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and then another, until her quiet grief gave way to soft, broken sobs that filled the silence.She had been taught to carry herself with grace and strength, to stand tall as the future leader of Dysheria. But here, behind closed doors, in the solitude of her own space, she allowed herself to feel. The ache of
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