Her heart ached with the weight of her decision. She knew Lorcan wouldn't want her to be consumed by grief, to wither away in his absence. He would want her to live, to find joy again, even if it meant moving on. But knowing this didn't make it any easier. The fear of the unknown, of a future without him, loomed large and terrifying.
Reina sat in the dimly lit chamber, a room that once seemed warm and comforting but now felt like a cold, hollow shell. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tightly shut, blocking out any semblance of light from the outside world. The only illumination came from a single, flickering candle on the bedside table, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls that seemed to mock her grief.
