Delia’s POV
It felt like I had a long dream. In the dream, I was floating in the sky.
I saw my mother, I saw Kral, and I saw Alen and Vivian.
I even saw Albert. In my dream, he wasn't a villain, just a pitiful man who couldn't have the one he loved.
I felt my eyelids heavy. I tried so hard to open my eyes, but it took a lot of effort to lift them just a tiny bit.
A blinding light shone through as I opened my eyes. I followed the light, slowly and tentatively lifting my eyelids.
I realized I was back in my own bedroom.
I touched the familiar bed, thinking of the happy days I had spent here, cuddling with Kral. Those were some of the best days of my life. My body felt a bit stiff. I tried to move my limbs, hoping to sit up by supporting myself with my hands.
But before I could do that, the bedroom door swung open.
I looked towards the door, where Vivian entered, carrying a tray of food.