Bustan's POV
I woke up with a start, an unsettling feeling gnawing at me like a persistent shadow before my eyes even fully adjusted to the dim light of dawn. The air was thick with an inexplicable tension, making it hard to shake off the dread settling in my chest. I went about my daily routine, but something felt off, like a note out of tune in a familiar melody. Olivia was nowhere to be found on the training ground, and she hadn’t stopped by my chambers, which was unusual for her.
Concern deepened in my gut as I decided to check on her in her room, hoping to find her resting and perhaps feeling under the weather.
My heart dropped like a stone as I reached her door and pushed it open. The room was empty, a haunting silence echoing back at me.
“Olivia?” I called out, my voice waver
