Laurissandra Evethielle
“There Are No Chains on Her Anymore — Just Silence.” They say she was once a daughter of fire. A girl of sharp vowels and gold-threaded gowns, trained to dance in marble halls and speak in courtrooms with silk-tipped knives. A name too long to whisper. A crown never placed, but always promised. Until the day her house fell. And she was sold. Now, she sleeps on a bed more expensive than her freedom. Wrapped in silks meant to convince her that the cage is gone. That she is safe. Kept. Adorned. But she knows better. There are no chains on her anymore — Just silence. Just hands that offer luxury like a leash. Just eyes that never touch, but own. They call her his now. They say she is lucky. That she was spared worse fates. That being bought by a powerful man is better than being broken by many. But they don’t see the bruises she wears beneath her stillness. They don’t hear her scream in the way she doesn’t speak. She does not flinch. She does not kneel. She does not break.
About Laurissandra Evethielle
“There Are No Chains on Her Anymore — Just Silence.” They say she was once a daughter of fire. A girl of sharp vowels and gold-threaded gowns, trained to dance in marble halls and speak in courtrooms with silk-tipped knives. A name too long to whisper. A crown never placed, but always promised. Until the day her house fell. And she was sold. ...Read more