Twisted Roots

QUEEN VESPERIA'S POV

I woke up with a scream trapped in my throat.

But the sound never made it out.

Because I couldn't breathe.

Vines clung to my wrists, my ankles, my waist — hoisting me off the ground and suspending me in the air like some creature strung up for sacrifice. My back arched against the pull of the bindings. Every muscle strained. I could feel the pressure in my ribs, the stretch in