Chamelio’s POV
I leaned back in the chair, staring at the door to Oriana's room.
She hasn't woken up.
The wounds she carried weren’t just physical, the very essence of her original being is gone. She's human and having endured the harshness of the sun while she was in the Valley was impossible to fathom for a mortal. As I was lost in my thoughts thinking of why this had to go this far, I heard footsteps approaching, measured and steady. I knew who it was before I looked up.
Jericho stepped into view, his silver hair catching in the harsh lighting, his grey eyes searching mine and then to the closed door. His expression was unreadable.
“Queen Helios didn't have any other choice. King Lucine had to descend. The only way for them to meet was to burn the sun enough for the moon to absorb
