Chapter 233: The Morning After
Lyria's POV
There was no music. The only light in the room came from a single candle placed upon the windowsill, its flame small and wavering, casting shadows that danced across the walls.
Each step I took sent pain shooting through my body. The cuts upon the soles of my feet, still raw, screamed with every movement. The wounds on my back, not yet fully healed from punishments past, ached with a dull, persistent throb that seemed to echo through my bones. My legs trembled beneath me, threatening to give way, and my arms felt heavy. I was tired. I was so tired.
But I did not stop.
I could not stop.
I closed my eyes and imagined I was dancing with Lucian instead. I remembered the warmth of his hand at my waist, the gentle pressure of his fingers guiding me across the floor, the quiet patience in his voice as he counted the rhythm.
One-two-three. One-two-three.
