If there was something Eiravyne had learned since she came to Wandova, it was to never disobey Ilkar.
He always did what he wanted, regardless of her protests or pleas.
His will was an unyielding force, and she had quickly realized that defiance only led to harsher consequences.
She lay on the bed, her heart still racing from the charged moment they had just shared.
His words echoed in her mind, a stark reminder of the reality she faced. "Just... sleep now," he had said, his voice both commanding and oddly gentle.
She slept that night alone, once again without him, as he had left her side.
The next morning, Eiravyne woke up to the gentle sensation of someone touching her face.
She registered the small fingers brushing against her skin and opened her eyes hurriedly to find Theodore standing next to the bed, his innocent eyes gazing at her.
