Inside the castle, Jacquelyn sat beside Iva's bed. The young woman slept peacefully with her two hands folded in defense.
Ryver stood by the bed watching her sleep. He wanted to truly comfort her and stay beside her, but how could he do that when he had once walked away from her? He turned to Jacquelyn, who was holding Iva's hand, and with a small bow, Ryver exited the room.
Iva finally opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling without saying a word, but tears streamed down her face, soaking up the sheets and pillow.
"Lyn," Iva began with a cracked voice, "Can I get something warm to drink, please?"
Jacquelyn didn't need to ask questions. This was the first food Iva had asked for since everything happened. She had refused to take blood or anything at all, her skin now looked paler, dry, and her eyes empty. She was trying to kill herself.
