"Where is this coming from, Your Highness?" Caym's voice broke the silence.
Ingrid's heart raced as she forced a nervous smile, her gaze darting away from Caym's intense stare to the cold stone walls of the dungeon. "It was just a dream," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I saw you... after I had passed away."
Caym's expression slowly softened as he regarded Ingrid. He lowered his hand from his temple and let out a heavy sigh, reaching out to gently pat Ingrid's head. "You worry too much," he said softly. "Don't speak of your death again."
Ingrid met Caym's gaze with solemn eyes. "But Caym," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly, "I was not jesting."
Caym's amber eyes bore into hers, his gaze unwavering as he spoke with conviction. "No harm shall come to you as long as I draw breath," he vowed, his voice firm and resolute. "Choose another condition."
