QUEEN RARITY
Startled by the howling wind that breaches the open doors, I jolt awake.
The room is bathed in an eerie glow from the moonlit night. Anxiety courses through me as I sit up, searching for Vidar in the shadows.
To my dismay, his side of the bed is empty...
The wind whispers through the room, and the billowing curtains add a surreal touch to the silence. A sense of foreboding tightens my chest as I rise, shivering, to close the windows. The night air is chill, but the coldness seeping into my bones is more than the absence of warmth.
Fingers trembling, I reach for the handles and pull the heavy doors shut. The sudden silence that follows is deafening.
I turn towards Vidar's side, half-expecting to find him there, a mere figment of my imagination. But the empti
