Tangled Truths

QUEEN VESPERIA'S POV

I woke up choking.

Mud filled my mouth, thick and cold, sticking to my teeth and the back of my throat like I’d been buried again. I spat it out, coughed, and tried to sit up.

But I couldn’t move my arms. I looked down.

Vines. Dark, thick, and too alive coiled around my wrists. They weren’t tight, but they didn’t let go either.

The air smelled different. Too clean. Like fresh