Isadora was the queen of light. But, she had no powers of her own. Bound to her husband, Alexander Lightlock by an invisible chain, Isadora was more a prisoner than a wife.

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Tonight was terrible. Isadora has just been humiliated at her own ball by her dimwit husband. Now, she’s in her gorgeous bedroom, crying her makeup off. The next thing she knows, BAM, a cloud bursts outside and rain starts to pour heavy, lightning and everything. As she sits up to see, she immediately blacks out, her dreams filled with warmth and comfort… almost, different… then the ones she’s used too.

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When she wakes up in the morning, she’s in a stunning dark gray and black room. She’s now changed into a gorgeous black nightgown, her luscious, golden blonde curls in an elegant braid down her back.

”Where am I…” she thinks as she looks around until her eyes land on a figure in the corner…

Who is that…