-ALEXANDER-
The physical changes in my little flower were undeniable. After all the agony, all the weeks of despair, she was no longer a translucent ghost clinging to life. Her skin had lost its deathly pallor, regaining a healthier, softer tone.
She could sit up on her own now, a small but significant victory that brought a flicker of grim satisfaction to my chest. And she was eating. Eating normally, reaching for the spoon herself, demanding more. It was a testament to her inherent strength, a stubborn defiance that even my cruelty couldn't extinguish.
The healers, particularly Master Borin, reported every small gain with cautious optimism. "Alpha King, her strength is returning," he'd said just this morning, his voice less strained than weeks ago.
"She is taking nourishment well.
