Chapter 115 115

• CRUELLA
• The palace of Greenville had never felt lighter, not even on the first days of my reign. There was a new rhythm to its corridors, a new music in its halls. Laughter, once muffled and fearful, echoed freely. Conversations were no longer whispered in secret—they were shared openly, without suspicion or dread. It was the first time in centuries I felt the pulse of life here, unshadowed by the weight of tyranny.
• I walked through the main hall with my three mates flanking me, Carly at my side. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, catching the silvers and blacks of my robes, casting long, commanding shadows. Every step I took resonated with a sense of authority, but not arrogance—this was strength tempered by justice.