DAZE
I always knew Queen Felda was obsessed with me.
Sometimes, I almost fell for those olive eyes of hers, sharp, fearless, full of things she’d never say out loud.
Maybe I did fall. I won’t lie.
There were moments... dark ones, quiet ones when I forgot she was the king’s wife, and I was just a warrior. A fool who should’ve known better.
But if I wanted to stay alive, I had to stay away from her. Far away.
The last thing I needed was to crawl back to hell after just escaping it.
It’d been days since I woke up in the healer’s chamber. The smell of burning herbs and wolfbane still clung to me. I remembered opening my eyes and seeing Queen Isolde bleeding beside me, her hands shaking as she prayed. That’s how I knew I was back.
Felda wasn’t there.
That alone told me all I needed to
