As I woke, the unfamiliar scent of lavender and moonroot filled the air, followed by a pounding headache. I groaned at the dim light seeping through the curtains. I was back in my room.
The last thing I remembered was Princess Lena's attendant, droning about noble bloodlines and superior wolves, while I resisted the urge to throw something at her.
Then the pain hit—a violent, soul-deep pain that wasn’t mine, but someone else’s. Just remembering it made my chest tighten. I slowly pushed myself upright.
My body felt weak, like I had spent days running through snow. A chair scraped softly across the floor.
I froze.
"You finally woke up." It was Princess Lena. What is she doing here, to mock me? Apparently, my suffering wasn't complete without her involvement.
She sat elegantly beside th
