Darkness.
That was all Livia knew.
She drifted weightlessly through it, floating in a space where time had no meaning and the pain of her body felt distant — as if it belonged to someone else.
There was no trial here, no judgmental eyes, no lies being thrown at her like daggers. There was only silence.
And yet, in that silence, memories began to stir.
They came like whispers — faint at first, then clearer — moments from a life that now felt like someone else's. A warm hand holding hers beneath the stars. The first time Aldrake smiled at her.
The promises they made beneath the silver moon, vowing loyalty and love. And then… the pain. The betrayal. The coldness in his eyes when he looked at her as though she were a burden, not a bond.
"Why…?" she whispered into the void. "Why was I never enough?"
No one answered. The darkness remained still.
