The next morning, Aiden awoke in a cozy bed, the warmth of the soft blankets still wrapped around him. The room was dimly lit, a peaceful contrast to the emotional whirlwind of the previous day. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts racing.
Ramona's revelation had shaken him more than he wanted to admit. The weight of her words, her promise to never leave him again—it all felt like a burden and a comfort wrapped into one. He had asked for time to get his head straight, and she had agreed without hesitation.
With a heavy sigh, Aiden swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The air felt cool against his skin as he made his way to the window. Pulling the curtains aside, he looked out at the bright, clear day outside. The castle grounds stretched out before him, lush and peaceful, as if mocking the chaos inside his mind.
