Chapitre 5: Chapter 5: Servitude and Struggle
In the labyrinthine corridors of the palace, Seraphina's days became an unending tapestry of servitude and struggle. From the moment the first rays of dawn kissed the marble floors to the fading light of dusk, she was ensnared in a relentless cycle of toil and torment at the hands of the crown prince.
Each morning brought with it a litany of commands, uttered with the sharpness of a whip crack, as the prince demanded his breakfast, his chambers tidied, his clothes meticulously pressed. Seraphina moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine, her every action driven by a singular desire to please her master, no matter the cost to her own well-being.
But despite her tireless efforts, she could never quite satisfy the prince's insatiable appetite for power and control. No task was too menial, no demand too unreasonable for his royal highness, and Seraphina found herself bending to his will with a resignation born of necessity.
"Seraphina, where is my breakfast?" the prince's voice echoed through the halls one morning, his tone sharp and commanding.
Heart pounding, Seraphina hurried to the kitchens, her hands trembling as she prepared the prince's meal with painstaking care. But when she presented the tray to him, her breath caught in her throat as she awaited his judgment.
"This is cold," the prince remarked, his expression a mask of disdain as he pushed the tray away.
"I-I apologize, Your Highness," Seraphina stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I will have it reheated immediately."
But even as she scrambled to rectify her mistake, she could feel the weight of the prince's scorn bearing down upon her like a leaden cloak, crushing her spirit with its oppressive force.
As the days turned into weeks, Seraphina found herself caught in a downward spiral of exhaustion and despair. Each morning brought with it a fresh onslaught of demands, each one more degrading than the last, until she felt as though she were nothing more than a puppet dancing to the prince's cruel whims.
But through it all, she clung to a glimmer of hope, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded her. For Seraphina knew that her suffering was not in vain, that she was merely biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back against her oppressor.
And as she endured the prince's relentless cruelty, she vowed that one day, he would pay dearly for his sins. For Seraphina was not just a servant; she was a survivor, a warrior in the making, and she would stop at nothing to see justice served.
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