The moon cast an ethereal glow through the sheer curtains, painting the room in hues of silver and blue. Eliana lay awake in the grand bed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The events of the past few days had shaken her to her core, leaving her with a sense of both vulnerability and newfound strength.
She turned on her side, her gaze tracing the intricate patterns on the canopy above. Sleep eluded her, each rustle of the wind outside her window a reminder of the lurking dangers that surrounded them. Bertram's betrayal had shattered the illusion of safety she had clung to, revealing the fragility of their existence in this world teetering on the edge of darkness.
