The days following Aiden's recovery were a blur of military strategy, lingering tension, and quiet moments shared between the chaos. The operation was still unfolding—smaller skirmishes continued, but nothing could eclipse the gravity of what had happened. The insurgents had been driven back, but the fight had left its mark on everyone. The Citadel was scarred, the soldiers wounded, and the future uncertain. Yet, for Camilla, there was one undeniable truth she couldn't ignore—Aiden was still here. And so was she.
Camilla sat by his side in the medical tent late into the night, as he rested, his breathing still slow and steady, though his body remained bruised from the earlier battle. She couldn't help but watch him, her heart swelling with an emotion she had tried to deny. They were both
