This story contains themes of: child abuse, depression, domestic violence, torture
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๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฏ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ, ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ, ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐. After years of captivity within the royal castle, Ophelya cannot fathom why her father has suddenly cast her into Gladius, the most feared academy in the realm. Is he discarding her? Or is there a darker game at play? Only one man holds the truth. The general. The monster. The prince and the most dreaded fae to walk the earth. But at Gladius, nothing is as it seems. Lies coil through the corridors like restless specters, every whisper is a blade, and behind every mask lurks a betrayal waiting to strike. The deeper Ophelya digs for answers, the tighter the snare of power, deceit, and forbidden longing coils around her. Now, in a den of predators, she must learn to endure. Because at Gladius, strength is law, weakness is a death sentence... and seeking the truth may very well be her downfall.
To those who, unbidden, became tailors, stitching scars they never deserved.
To those who donned the forgemasterโs mantle, building an armour to conceal their pain.
And to you nightingales,
poisoned by life,
and seeking an antidote within the pages of books.
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