Baby Prisoner of the Winter Castle Manhua

Clarisse shivered as she wrapped her thin cloak tightly around her shoulders, the icy wind biting through the cracks in her cell. The Winter Castle lived up to its name, each stone holding the chill of a thousand winters past. Yet, amidst the despair and darkness, a faint glimmer of hope flickered within her. Her powers had grown stronger with each passing day, fueled by a determination she never knew she possessed. Whispers of the prophecy that foretold her destiny echoed in her mind, urging her to embrace the magic that lay dormant within her soul. Lady Miranda's gentle touch and Nicholas's kind words provided a respite from the harsh reality of her imprisonment. Their belief in her, despite her lowly status as a prisoner, gave her the strength to face the challenges ahead. As the days turned to weeks, Clarisse's resolve solidified. She knew that she was more than just a pawn in the Duke's game. She was the key to unlocking the kingdom's salvation, the one destined to bring light to the darkness that had clouded Grezekaiah for so long. With each step closer to her eighteenth birthday, the weight of her responsibility bore down on her shoulders. The time for hiding in the shadows was over; it was time for her to step into the light and embrace her true fate. The Winter Castle may have been her prison, but it was also the crucible in which her destiny would be forged. And as the final hour approached, Clarisse stood tall, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with unwavering courage and a heart full of hope.