Doubt and fear swirled within me like a tempest, each emotion battling for dominance as I tried to make sense of my situation. Was I truly dead before only to be brought back to life? I didn't know. The uncertainty gnawed at my mind, but one realization stood unwavering amidst the chaos: I couldn't trust Rhys.
His words were like silk woven with poison. He was a despicable, untrustworthy creature who only served his own interests. I absentmindedly touched the amulet resting against my chest. Right now, the only thing I needed to think was to nurse my brother's health back and think of a solution to get out of this castle.
With urgency coursing through my veins, I rifled through the kitchen for any ingredients I could find. After what felt like an eternity, I finally crafted a simple vegetable soup, placing it on a tray along with freshly found bread and a jar of water. I left the kitchen and walked along the way I remembered that Rhys had shown.
