Seraphina's POV
I thought I was teetering on the edge of death, my frail body a mere shadow of its former self. I had left Cassian a bite that I would be unavailable but I had lie. Not only did I felt bad about what happened with the queen. I had a secret.
The telltale signs of illness were etched upon my weakened frame—pale skin, thinning hair, and eyes that appeared hollow and sunken. The beauty that I had once taken pride in had faded, replaced by the harsh reality of my deteriorating health.
The diagnosis was merciless: lung cancer. The disease had mercilessly attacked my body, ravaging it from within. With every breath, the weight of mortality hung heavy in the air.
Today marked the day of my surgery, a desperate attempt to prolong my life by removing one of my diseased lungs,
