NYRA’S POV

I couldn’t leave home today. I was stuck, holed up in this forsaken place—a room designated to me, which was nothing other than a dungeon of sorts. My uncle didn’t need to say much. After last night’s ruckus, I bet he has all eyes on me, his guards stationed, waiting for me to slip, to crack—that way he’d have an excuse to ruin what I’d spent my years building.

I pushed open the door, peeking my head slightly out halfway into the corridor. I could see the two guards ...