Gwendolyn took a deep breath and began to make her way back to the ballroom. But just as she reached the entrance, she stopped in her track. Freyja's words echoed in her mind, lingering like a whisper in the still air.
"You're stronger than you realize... Don't give up."
She stood frozen for a moment, her hand resting on the door. Doubt and determination warred within her. The weight of the night's events pressed down on her, but Freyja's words gave her pause. Could she really be the chosen one? And if she was, what did it truly mean?
She closed her eyes and took another breath, letting the silence wrap around her. Though doubt tore at her, a glimmer of resolution flickered in her chest. Maybe she was stronger than she thought.
