Emilia's POV
I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the events of the funeral still heavy in my mind. Doctor Raina’s strange smile haunted me like a ghost.
‘A rose with thorns.’
‘ Setting things right.’
Her words had carved themselves into my thoughts, looping again and again until I felt sick.
But then I heard it.
A scream.
At first, I thought it was in my head—my imagination replaying the day. But no. It came again, louder, rawer, ripping through the silence of the night. My body jolted upright, my pulse hammering. That sound wasn’t grief. It wasn’t fear. It was terror.
I pushed myself off the bed and stumbled toward the window. My fingers trembled as I shoved the curtains aside. The courtyard below was chaos—guards running, shadows darting like frightened birds. And then I
