Selene's POV
I staggered into my cottage, my legs barely holding me up. The wooden floor creaked under my feet as I made my way inside, each step feeling like I was dragging weights behind me.
"Lady Selene!" Leena rushed towards me, her face pale with worry. "You look terrible. Let me help you."
"No." The word came out harsher than I intended. I held up a hand to stop her. "I just need to be alone."
"But you are hurt. The..."
"I said I need to be alone," I repeated, my voice cracking. "Please, Leena. Just... leave me."
She hesitated, her eyes searching my face. I could see the worry there, the questions she wanted to ask. But I couldn't handle any of it right now. I couldn't handle her kindness or her worry or anything that might break the fragile control I had left.
"Alright," she
