Freya’s POV
Fen Is Gone
I wake up to a throbbing head and an uncomfortable surface beneath me. This is certainly not my bed. The sharp, cold texture beneath my fingertips hints at stone, not the comforting warmth of my sheets. A low groan slips from my lips as I sit up, fighting against the dizziness that sweeps over me. As my vision clears, I recognize where I am, Lucian’s quarters, the very place where he treated my wounds just days ago. The air carries a chill, mingled with the faint scent of blood and sweat.
Across the room, Lucian is slumped in a chair, looking as though the weight of the world is crushing him. His hair is disheveled, dark strands falling across a face drawn tight with grief and exhaustion. His eyes, once sharp and calculating, now have an unsettling hollowness to
