Chapter 6 – The Prison In Silk

• Alina woke up with a thought. “This room wasn’t a sanctuary.”
• It was a gilded prison.
• Alina stared at the lavish space—four-poster bed draped in silk, antique wardrobe, velvet chaise lounge, and a dressing table lined with luxury skincare and perfume bottles. A gold-trimmed vanity mirror reflected a version of her she didn’t recognize—wild-eyed, bruised with exhaustion, rage simmering beneath her skin.