When Eiravyne opened her eyes again, the first sensation that washed over her was an overwhelming fatigue.
Her body trembled slightly from the exhaustion, yet beneath that, she felt something else—a flicker of power stirring within her, a force she hadn't felt in a long time.
Her eyelids fluttered as she adjusted to the dim light, her gaze wandering around the darkened room.
The only illumination came from the soft, flickering glow of candles placed near the bed, casting gentle shadows across the space.
As she slowly became more aware of her surroundings, Eiravyne felt the steady rhythm of someone's breath beside her.
Her heart began to race, panic briefly surging through her. She hadn't expected to wake up next to anyone, the intimacy of it catching her off guard.
Carefully, she shifted her body slightly, trying not to disturb whoever was beside her.
