Natasha's POV

I wake up, my eyes fluttering open as I find myself lying peacefully on the soft bed. I stretch my limbs, feeling the warmth of the room enveloping me. As I rise from the bed, a surge of determination flows through me. Today is a new day, and I refuse to be confined by the chains of Lucien's control.

I swiftly scan the room, ensuring that everything is in place. My rebellious spirit ignites within me, fueled by the memory of my encounter with the witch, Aurora. She promised me freedom from Lucien's grip, and just as our hands touched, I must have drifted off into slumber.

Lucien's presence in my room is infuriating, his mere existence a constant reminder of the power he holds over me. The room itself feels suffocating, its walls seemingly closing in on me. I resist the urge to lash out, knowing that confrontation will only worsen the situation.

The following morning, I wake up early, determined to break free from the confines of my room. I quickly freshen up with a refreshing bath, wa