The door clicked shut behind Kylian, and the silence that followed felt heavier than any scream.
I lay there on the bed, naked and trembling, my body still buzzing from what he had done to me. My skin was flushed, my thighs sticky, and my heart was racing. The sparkles had faded, but the memory of them lingered like ghosts under my skin. For a few minutes after he finished, I had felt alive — wanted, even. Now that feeling made me sick.
I pulled the blanket over my body and curled into a tight ball. The tears came slowly at first, then faster, until my whole body shook with silent sobs. I pressed my face into the pillow so hard I could barely breathe. I did not want anyone to hear me. Not the guards outside. Not the maids who already hated me. This pain was mine alone.
How could you let
