Reina knew that without Lorcan, she was vulnerable, exposed to Theodore's cruelty. She felt the weight of her isolation, the despair of knowing that no one would come to her rescue. The floor beneath her was hard and cold, a stark reminder of the harshness of her new life.
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Lady Reina's once luminous skin was now a ghostly pallor, drained of its vitality by days of relentless labor without a morsel of food. Her cheeks, hollow and sallow, bore the marks of her suffering, while dark circles encircled her eyes, speaking volumes of her unrelenting fatigue. Her hair, disheveled and tangled, framed her face in a chaotic mass that resembled a bird's nest, adding to her overall disheveled appearance. Dirt clung to her skin, smudging her once noble features and highlighting her descent into despair.
