Sitting by the window, Elysia watched the sunrise, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She hadn't slept a wink after waking from the nightmare. Her gaze shifted to Azrael, who stirred with a low groan.
He raised his head, his voice rough and groggy as he asked, "Are you alright, love?" His words carried a softness that momentarily eased her unrest. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, met hers, filled with concern.
Elysia bit her bottom lip, tears brimming in her eyes as her chin trembled. She threw the blanket aside and rushed to Azrael, crashing into him with heavy sobs. Startled, the King wrapped his arms tightly around her, his brow furrowed in concern. He gently stroked her hair, his voice soft but laced with worry. "What is it, love? Why are you crying?" he asked, his heart twisting at the sight of her distress.
