NYQXEE’S POV
A soft breeze kissed my skin as I stirred awake, the scent of fresh linen and lavender filling my senses. My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar room, spacious, elegant, and dressed in pristine white. Sunlight poured through tall windows draped in sheer curtains, casting warm patterns across the polished floor. Despite the strangeness of the place, there was a certain peace in the air, and for a moment, I allowed myself to breathe it in. The stillness, the quiet, it felt safe.
But then, the memory of Quen surged through me like lightning. A raw scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. My chest burned as if someone had set fire to my ribs, the pain sudden and blinding. I clutched at the sheets, gasping, eyes wide with fear. The agony lasted only a few seconds, but
