Bustan's POV
I was still pacing the hall, barking orders to the soldiers, dispatching them in every direction to find Olivia. My heart was pounding, panic clawing at my insides. How could she have just left without a word? Didn’t she know how dangerous it was out there? How vulnerable she was?
I gritted my teeth, trying to focus on the task at hand, but every second that ticked by felt like a lifetime. The image of her alone in the wild, hunted, kept gnawing at my mind. I was preparing to send out the last group when suddenly the doors to the throne room swung open.
I froze mid-command.
And there she was.
Olivia stood in the entrance, looking battered but alive. Relief crashed over me like a tidal wave. I didn’t even think—I just ran. My feet moved on their own, closing the distanc
