Aeris’s pov
As I hurried through the corridors, a trail of blood smeared across the ceramic floors, I was pulled back to that dreadful night—the night that had shattered my peace. The metallic scent of blood and the muffled cries from wounded soldiers revived those haunting memories, forcing me to relive every terrifying moment.
But then I saw it: Mistefell’s guards, steadfast and victorious, leading members of the Northern army in chains. The sight sent a spark of relief through me, and despite the chaos, a triumphant smile formed on my lips.
“Your Majesty, I’m overjoyed to see you unharmed,” came a familiar voice. Matilda, breathless and flushed from her hurried steps, bowed before me.
“I’m more than glad to see everyone safe, Matilda,” I replied, my gaze scanning the battered yet st
