[Third Person].
The following morning, by direct order of the King, Mabel Carter was set free.
The prison gates opened without ceremony, the guards stepping aside as her restraints were removed.
For a brief moment, she stood there, unmoving, as though she hadn't quite processed what was happening.
"His Majesty has ordered your release," one of the guards said.
Mabel blinked. 'Released? Just like that? No explanation. No warning?'
For a second, confusion flickered across her face, but it didn't last. She didn't ask questions, and she didn't want answers.
After weeks of confinement… of eating only once a day… of enduring the suffocating weight of isolation—none of that mattered anymore. She just wanted to go home.
Tears welled up in her eyes as the realization settled in. She was going home.
The guards escorted her without delay.
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The Carter residence~
A servant rushed into the house, slightly out of breath.
