WARRIOR CINDERELLA: A DARK FANTASY RETELLING CHAPTER 2

Chapter 2: A World of Chains Dawn’s first light crept over the village, bathing the rooftops in pale gold as Ella slipped through the kitchen door, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her muscles burned from the night’s relentless training, every fiber of her body aching with exhaustion. Sweat clung to her skin, mixing with the faint scent of damp earth and morning dew. She barely had time to wipe her brow before a voice, cold and razor-sharp, sliced through the silence. "You’re late." Ella stiffened. The kitchen’s familiar warmth did nothing to soften the ice in her veins as she turned to face the speaker. Lady Tremaine stood at the base of the grand staircase, her figure poised in the dim light like a specter waiting to strike. She was wrapped in a silk dressing gown, its embroidered patterns intricate yet severe, much like the woman herself. Her dark eyes swept over Ella’s disheveled form, lingering on her dirt-streaked hands, and the loose strands of hair clinging t...