It was like my thirst for revenge hijacked my instincts.
I wasn't thinking—just walking.
Right into the crowd.
Straight toward the palace.
From afar, it shimmered—majestic and terrible.
Spires kissed the clouds, gleaming white stone, gilded trim, and crimson banners that fluttered like judgment.
A dream to some.
A gilded cage to me.
Fortunately, my ancient mind kicked in before I did something truly stupid.
Strategise.
That was the whisper.
Strategy had never been my strong suit… but after all these years, I learned.
Learned what happens when you're rash.
Learned how easy it is for them to lock you up and throw away the key.
And then—
As if fate finally decided to throw me a bone—
I saw them.
A neat cluster of young Love Fairies, standing in perfect rows like dolls in a shop window.
I used to be one of them.