Chapter 54

• Third Person’s POV
• By nine in the morning, the stillness of Aysel’s small den was shattered by the sharp trill of the door chime.
• Jackson arrived first, trailed by a full entourage of stylists, tailors, and attendants—each carrying sleek cases of enchanted gowns and gleaming ornaments forged from moonstone and starlit silver. The tiny apartment was instantly overwhelmed; racks of highborn attire and jeweled collars had to remain in the corridor, glinting under the dim packlight like treasures left at the gate of a humble hut.