Aria Snow pov :
The adrenaline was a liar. I had felt like a Goddess forged from starlight and absolute authority. But now, standing alone in the quiet Room, the adrenaline evaporated, leaving behind the fragile, bruised reality of my human body.
My jaw throbbed with a dull ache where the rogue had backhanded me. I walked over to the mirror and stared at my reflection.
My lip was split, a jagged red line breaking the pale skin. Dried blood crusted my chin. My white hair was a tangled mess. But the worst part was the dress. It felt like a cage. The rigid boning was pressing into my ribs, restricting my lungs as they desperately tried to pull in oxygen.
I reached behind my back, my fingers fumbling with the laces of the corset.
My hands were shaking so violently I couldn't grip th
