Six months had passed, and Amelia remained trapped within the shell of her younger self—an invisible observer, forced to relive the life she had once ruined. She watched helplessly as scenes from her past replayed : her falling for Aldric's empty charm, her pleading with her father to support his claim to the throne, her naive joy at every stolen glance and whispered promise.
In the beginning, she had fought back, desperate to seize control of her body, to stop herself from repeating the same foolish mistakes. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change a thing. She was merely a passenger, cursed to watch the tragedy unfold again.
At first, she had been elated to see her family again. Her father's stern, familiar warmth, Reynold's teasing grin, and Cassius's quiet support had filled her heart with a longing so sharp it brought tears to her eyes. But that joy gave way to dread as she realized she would have to watch them die again. Powerless. Just like before.
