Alena

My shadow dances erratically across the cold stone floor of my chamber, matching the turmoil that twists within me. With each measured pace, the hem of my nightgown whispers secrets to the silence that hangs heavy in the air. I turn on my heel again, my movements betraying the restless storm of doubts that churns in my mind. The moon outside casts a pale glow through the window, etching my furrowed brows with a silver light—a stark contrast to the darkness that looms in my ...