Chapter 11

It had been a week since Freya found herself trapped within the cold, gilded walls of the palace. And truthfully, it might have been bearable—if not for Dorian. His presence alone was enough to set her on edge, but it was his calculated cruelty that truly made her skin crawl. He treated her like she was beneath him, a mere afterthought in his world, yet somehow still a piece he refused to discard. Every glance, every word dripped with cold indifference, a stark contrast to ...