Soren POV:
As I watched, the soft morning light gently filtered through the delicate curtains of my window, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The cheerful chirping of birds filled the air, creating a melodic symphony that welcomed the dawn. I could hear the guards switching shifts and making casual conversation with each other. It was still early—around 5 AM.—when the world felt peaceful. Yet, I felt nothing but despair; my heart beat rapidly as I fought to control my raging emotions. I tossed and turned all night, my mind racing, unable to rest.
Xaroth was equally restless. His insistent whimpers and relentless nudges urging me to seek out our mate went on without end. He was convinced we could persuade her to embrace the bond that marked our connection. Yet, deep within me,
