The war had calmed, for now, but the aftermath was anything but peaceful. The hours following the insurgent retreat were filled with tension—rescue teams, medics, and soldiers worked tirelessly to secure the Citadel's perimeter and treat the wounded. The soldiers who had fought and survived the brutal frontlines were now in recovery, their injuries stitched, bandaged, and treated, but the weariness that clung to them was undeniable. The silence was thick, laden with the unspoken weight of all they had lost.
Camilla sat in a makeshift medical tent, surrounded by soldiers who had seen too much. The low hum of conversations, the occasional groan of a wounded man, and the constant shuffle of medics filled the space. Yet even in this chaos, her thoughts constantly returned to Aiden. Her mind k
