Lyanna's POV
I woke up in Seraphine's rooms, in Seraphine's bed, wearing Seraphine's skin.
For one lucky moment, I thought it had all been a nightmare. Then I looked down at my hands—pale, elegant, marked with perfectly trimmed nails—and reality crashed back.
This was my life now. Forever.
The dark runes carved into my chest burned with every breath. I could feel them pulsing against my ribs, a steady reminder that I was trapped. One wrong word and my heart would stop. One try to reveal the truth and I'd die wearing someone else's face.
A knock at the door made me jump.
"Lady Seraphine?" A servant's voice. "Your father asks your presence for breakfast. And Prince Cassian has sent flowers."
Flowers. From the man I loved, sent to the woman I'd become.
I wanted to laugh. Or scream. Or both.
"Tell them I'll be down shortly," I said in Seraphine's voice. Would I ever get used to hearing those cold, educated tones instead of my own?
