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The soft, white sheets of the bed felt cool against Lily's skin. She curled into a tight ball, her knees pulled up to her chest, a futile attempt to make herself smaller, invisible. The voluminous pink nightgown, a gift from the Prince, felt like a costume, a stark contrast to the emptiness churning inside her. Her silver hair, usually a cascading waterfall, was a disheveled mess, framing a face pale with exhaustion and fear. Her large, crimson eyes, usually wide with curiosity, were now downcast, tracing the patterns on the comforter. A single tear escaped, tracing a slow, silent path down her cheek, only to be quickly wiped away with the back of her hand.

It's quiet... too quiet. The thought echoed in the hollow space of her mind. She strained her ears, listening for any sound that might indicate someone was near. The silence, while offering a momentary reprieve, was also a breeding ground for anxiety. Every creak of the mansion, every rustle of fabric, sent a fresh wave of fear through her.

She shifted slightly, her bare feet digging into the sheets. The opulent red headboard of the bed loomed above, a symbol of the gilded cage she inhabited. He'll be here soon. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she instinctively hugged herself tighter. What will he want this time? The question hung in the air, unanswered, as she braced herself for whatever the day, or night, would bring.

Her gaze drifted towards the sliver of light peeking through the heavy curtains. If only... The unspoken wish, the yearning for freedom, for a life beyond these walls, was a constant ache in her heart. But the memory of her father's fist, the jarring impact, the suffocating silence that followed, kept those desires buried deep. No, can't think about that. It's dangerous.

She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the soft fabric of her gown, trying to find some comfort in its familiar texture. Please... just let me be left alone. The silent plea was a whisper lost in the vastness of her fear, a plea that had gone unanswered for years.