Ahcehera stirred, her lashes fluttering against her skin as she felt the bed shift beside her.
The room was quiet, save for the ragged breaths beside her, the faint tremors that ran through the mattress.
Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim glow of the moon filtering through the sheer curtains. The air was cool, crisp with the scent of the night. But something was wrong.
She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on Rohzivaan. He sat up, his body hunched over, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly that his knuckles had gone white.
His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, his shoulders shaking, his head bowed.
Then she saw them, silent tears slipping down his cheeks, catching the light as they fell onto his bare skin.
Ahcehera's brows furrowed, concern tugging at her as she pushed herself up. She reached out, touching his arm lightly.
"Rohzivaan?" she called softly. He did not answer.
