Reina awoke with a start, the silence of the night enveloping her. Midnight had long since passed, and the world around her was draped in darkness, a heavy cloak that seemed to stifle every sound.
She sat up in bed, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts that refused to let her rest. The room was still, the only movement the gentle flutter of the curtains stirred by a soft breeze.
For a long time, she sat there, staring into the darkness, feeling its weight pressing down on her. Her thoughts kept returning to the book, that mysterious, ancient tome that seemed to hold the secrets of her late husband Lorcan's life and death.
She had spent countless nights poring over its pages, trying to decipher its secrets, but the answers had always eluded her. And now, with Lorcan gone, the book had become an obsession, a key to understanding the man she had loved and lost.
