After the quiet commotion, the suffocating night turned into an unusual silence. The wind blew, carrying the scent of bonfires burning in the courtyard, mixed with the faint sounds of the guards discussing the previous events in soft, almost whispering voices.
Now the entire place was in tense silence, filled with alertness and caution about the actions they would take.
It was only in Mehwa's private room that the atmosphere was different. Max felt the tension in the room slowly creeping up on him, like a rope binding him.
Not tight, but wrapped around his body. He felt Mehwa's attention on him. Even though Mehwa did not intend to make him feel like a prisoner with no freedom in that place, in fact, Max felt that way
He sat on the side of the bed, his body still feeling tired after the
