קלײַב אַלץ אױס

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.