The King's Muse
The lanterns of Gladstone Castle cast a golden glow that felt more like a cage than a celebration. I am but a simple girl from the humble village of Moonstone, where my only claim to fame was the songs I sang while gathering herbs by the river. When I was chosen to perform at the royal gala, I thought it was the chance of a lifetime—a dream woven from silk and starlight. But as I finished my final melody, the heavy silence of the Great Hall was shattered not by applause, but by the weighted gaze of King Ciaphus. His eyes did not see a performer; they saw a trophy. Now, the gates remain barred, and the songs that once brought me joy are trapped in a throat tight with terror. I am no longer a guest; I am his prized possession, kept within these cold stone walls while the sickly, barren Queen Aeloria watches from the shadows of her own fading crown.
About The King's Muse
The lanterns of Gladstone Castle cast a golden glow that felt more like a cage than a celebration. I am but a simple girl from the humble village of Moonstone, where my only claim to fame was the songs I sang while gathering herbs by the river. When I was chosen to perform at the royal gala, I thought it was the chance of a lifetime—a dream wove...Read more