In the dimly lit corridor of the imperial palace, a maid's heart raced, her breaths shallow and filled with panic. Peering through the slightly open door, her eyes widened in fe. Queen Luciana's form seemed to shimmer and shift before her, as if taken from the pages of a captivating novel. Twisting and bending in an otherworldly fashion, the figure of Saravannah took shape. The maid, overcome with fear and urgency, turned to flee and share this unbelievable sight with Empress Cassiopeia, only to be seized by Luciana's men. Her world turned to darkness as she was dragged away.
"Where am I?" she whispered, her voice filled with confusion and a hint of fear. Lost in an unfamiliar place, she looked around, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any familiar landmarks. The air was heavy as she
