Tatiana's surroundings shifted suddenly, the fiery chaos of her mother's final moments dissolving into a blur of colors and sensations.
Her body felt heavy, as though the weight of her grief had seeped into her very bones.
The next moment, she stood in a vast, opulent hallway bathed in muted crimson light.
She immediately recognized the place. The intricate black and gold walls, the towering windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, casting faint moonlight over the marble floors—this was the royal palace.
This was her home. Or at least, what used to feel like home.
Tatiana's heart sank as familiar voices echoed from the far end of the corridor. The voices were filled with scorn.
"Well, well, look who's here. The little orphaned princess."
The taunting voice belonged to Lucien, her eldest half-brother. Beside her was his sister, her half-sister, Liliana, who has her face twisted in mocking smirks.
