Her pale fingers traced the edge of the windowsill, the cold wood beneath her touch offering little comfort. The night had always been her solace. In the dark, she could pretend-pretend that she wasn't a servant in her own home, that she wasn't the unwanted child, cast aside by her father and forced to live under the thumb of a cruel stepmother.
Selene, her stepmother, had always made her feel like an outsider. The woman's eyes, sharp and calculating, bore into Aria's soul, reading her every move like a book. The constant reprimands, the sneers, the harsh words-they were all part of the daily ritual. Aria wasn't allowed to forget that she was nothing more than an orphaned inconvenience.
Lila, her stepsister, was no better. The girl was beautiful, with long, flowing chestnut hair and the kind of smile that could melt anyone's heart. But beneath her sweetness was a coldness that Aria had learned to recognize all too well. Lila didn't just tolerate Aria's presence; she relished in making her feel small, insignificant. Every day was a competition, and Aria was always the one who lost.
The sound of footsteps in the hallway jolted Aria from her thoughts. She stiffened, glancing nervously toward the door. Her heart raced. It was late, and everyone else had gone to bed. But she knew better than to believe she was safe in her own room.
A knock on the door echoed through the stillness. Aria stood frozen for a moment, unsure if she should answer. But before she could make up her mind, the door creaked open, and there stood Selene, her figure silhouetted by the dim light from the hallway.
"Aria," her stepmother's voice was smooth, like velvet, but there was a sharpness beneath it that sent a chill down Aria's spine. "What are you doing here?"
Aria didn't respond immediately. She knew better than to make eye contact. Any sign of defiance would only provoke her stepmother further.
"I was just... admiring the view," Aria replied, her voice soft, careful not to upset the fragile peace that had settled between them.
Selene's eyes narrowed. "Admiring the view, hmm? Well, you can admire it from the kitchen tomorrow morning when you prepare breakfast. You've been lazy lately. Don't think I haven't noticed."
Aria bit her lip, holding back the words that threatened to spill out. She wanted to scream, to demand why she was being treated this way, but she knew it would do no good. Selene's cruelty was a constant, a fixture in Aria's life that she had long since learned to endure in silence.
Selene stepped closer, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. "And don't think I haven't heard about your little escapades with Zara. I know what you're doing, Aria. I know you're trying to make a fool of me, trying to make alliances in this house. But don't forget your place. You are nothing here. Do you understand?"
Aria's hands clenched into fists at her sides, but she said nothing. She couldn't afford to show weakness, not now. Not when every part of her was screaming to fight back, to break free from the invisible chains that bound her to this place.
Selene stared at her for a long moment, as if waiting for some sign of rebellion. When none came, the older woman sighed, her lips curling into a smirk. "Good. Now, go to bed. Tomorrow will be another busy day for you."
Without another word, Selene turned and exited the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Aria exhaled slowly, the tension in her shoulders unwinding only a fraction. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt truly safe or at peace in this house. It had been years since her father had passed away, leaving her with only memories of the man she once loved and the cruel legacy of the woman who had replaced him.
Aria moved to the bed and lay down, staring up at the ceiling. Her thoughts drifted to her father's passing, a tragedy that had left her vulnerable. She had been just a child when it happened, and his death had been a turning point in her life. Since then, Selene had seized control, and Lila had become the perfect little princess, demanding attention and gifts, while Aria was left to clean up the messes they created. She had always been the outsider, the unwanted one.
But there was something inside Aria that refused to be broken. Even in the darkest moments, a flicker of defiance burned within her. She knew she was stronger than Selene and Lila realized. She wasn't some fragile creature to be toyed with.
The moonlight through the window seemed to respond to her thoughts, casting a soft glow over her face. Aria closed her eyes and imagined the freedom she longed for. A life where she was more than just a servant, a life where her powers, which she had yet to fully understand, could be embraced.
It wasn't just a dream. She could feel it-the shift in the air, the stirring of something ancient within her. The full moon was near, and with it, the chance to reclaim what was rightfully hers.
But for now, she had to bide her time. She had to endure the torment and the pain, for one day, she would be more than just the girl in the shadows.
And when that day came, she would make sure everyone knew her true strength.