FELDA
It had been five days since I woke up, broken, sore, and hollow inside.
King Rowan had done everything he could, bringing every healer across the realm. Yet my bones still ached, my chest felt heavy, and my heart… my heart was just tired.
No one told me it would turn out this way.
No one said saving him would drain my soul dry.
Still, I was glad it hadn’t been for nothing, Daze woke up three days before I did. The healers said it was a miracle. I had expected him to wake up right after the sacrifice, but maybe the moon held him longer, maybe she wanted me to learn patience before granting me peace.
The witches who helped me didn’t fail. And here I was breathing, living, still standing.
When I first got out of bed this morning, I could feel the energy humming back under my skin
