Third person POV
Emily froze where she stood.
The mop clattered from her hands as she slowly turned around, heart pounding in her chest like a war drum.
There, standing in the doorway of the ruined house, was Damien — his cloak dusted from travel, hair wind-tossed, a thin scar freshly visible on his cheek. Behind him stood a single royal guard, his posture alert, hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
Emily's lips parted in disbelief. Her breath caught. Of all the people she expected to see here in Kelero… he was not amoung.
“What… what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice thick with confusion and anger. “And how did you know I was here?”
Damien stepped forward into the dim light of the house, his eyes sweeping across the broken furniture, the stained floors, the signs of chaos
