Eiravyne drifted into sleep without even realizing it, her last memory of the night being the comforting embrace of Urag. She had held onto him tightly, finding a rare sense of peace in his arms.
The night had been a blur of emotions, and now, in the quiet stillness of the morning, she awoke feeling oddly rejuvenated.
It was a sensation she hadn't experienced in years—an unexpected surge of energy coursing through her veins.
She blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, her eyes slowly adjusting to her surroundings.
The bed felt unusually warm and comforting, but as she looked around, she realized that Urag was no longer beside her.
His absence was strange, but there was a lingering warmth in the air, as if he had only just left.
As she sat up, her gaze fell upon a beautiful dress laid out neatly at the foot of the bed.
