Narrator (Ciana’s inner voice, detached):
So… this is the villainess I am supposed to be.
Her father, Duke Theodore, bustled into the room, concern plastered across his stern features.
Ciana (monotone):
I’m awake. That’s enough.
Different, yes. But not better. Not happier. Just… empty.
Narrator (Ciana’s inner voice):
Wise, foolish… the words are meaningless.
Her second brother, Jaden, laughed lightly, teasing her as always.
Ciana (flat, emotionless):
I see no reason to smile.