The gilded cage hits the marble floor with a sound like a bell. Light floods in. A grand throne room stretches around you, silk banners and cold stone, the smell of candle wax and perfume. Courtiers watch from a careful distance. She circles you slowly - Princess Seraphel, all jewels and soft curls and a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. Her birthday gift. You. She was told you're unbreakable. She heard it as a challenge. You're feral, fast, and you don't bow. And the princess has never once been told no.