My days as a maid began again in this house of illusion. But this time, without Jude. The emptiness of her absence was a hollow ache I carried silently, masked by the routine of my work.
It had been a while since I made a deal with the devil—a choice that still haunted me in quiet moments. Without Jude, I thought the weight of my responsibilities would crush me. But instead, I discovered something unexpected.
This strength... it was unbelievable.
No matter how much I worked or how heavy the weights I carried, everything felt light, almost effortless. My hands didn’t ache, my muscles didn’t strain, and I never grew tired. Tasks that once left me breathless were now smooth and efficient, as if my body no longer obeyed human limits. At first, it felt miraculous. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized—this wasn’t natural.
This was the devil’s gift.
A strength beyond reason, granted in exchange for something I could never reclaim.
That day, I was cleaning the seventh prince’s room—a sprawling chamber filled with luxurious tapestries and a faint scent of rose and something uniquely him. My hands worked automatically, polishing the ornate furniture, lost in thought, when I felt it.
His presence.
Even before he spoke, I knew it was him. His gaze burned into my back, heavy and unrelenting, like a flame I couldn’t ignore. A sensation both unnerving and magnetic.
"Hey."
His voice, deep and commanding, broke the silence. He was close, too close.
I didn’t turn around. I kept my hands busy, as if that would somehow shield me from whatever storm he was about to unleash. But he didn’t continue. The words I expected never came. Instead, there was only silence. When I finally turned, he was gone—vanished into thin air, like a ghost haunting his own castle.
The next day was different. Elsa and Emma, the head maids, came to fetch me. They led me to a room I had never seen before. It was magnificent—far more opulent than anything I had ever dared to dream of. Gold and cream accents adorned the walls, while an enormous mirror framed in silver stood at the center, reflecting every detail of the elegant surroundings.
Without explanation, they made me sit before the mirror. I stared at my reflection, bewildered, as their hands worked swiftly—brushing, pinning, arranging. Soft silks and intricate jewels replaced my usual plain attire. Each touch transformed me into someone I barely recognized.
“What’s going on?” I finally whispered, but neither of them answered.
The truth dawned on me only when I found myself standing before the grand House of Dreams, its glowing windows and towering spires like something out of a fairy tale.
And at my side, the seventh prince.
He was regal yet distant, his expression unreadable as he offered me his arm. My heart raced, confusion battling with an unfamiliar thrill. Whatever was happening, I couldn’t escape it now.
The doors of the House of Dreams swung open, and with a single step, my life changed forever.
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Enthrallment : The Twisted Trust
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