Freya sat on the floor of the hidden archive, the dim lanterns flickering gently as she turned the fragile pages with careful hands.
She had been here for hours.
Maybe even the whole night.
The Raven Kingdom’s history was overwhelming, the books so ancient that some of the ink had faded, the pages crumbling if she wasn’t careful.
She could only get through part of one book.
But what she read fascinated her.
Wars. Dynasties. Ancient rulers who once wielded incredible magic.
She sighed, rubbing her temple before finally closing the book and standing up.
She needed rest.
Back in her room, she collapsed onto the bed, her mind still whirling.
And yet—
As tired as she was, her thoughts always returned to him.
Rion.
His touch.
His presence.
The way he looked at her in that secret r
