The room was silent.
Not an uncomfortable silence—just an empty one.
Elysia lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, the dim glow of the enchanted lamps casting soft shadows across the chamber.
The maids had left hours ago.
She had spent most of the day asleep, exhaustion weighing down on her after a night of…
She exhaled, rolling onto her side. Even thinking about last night made her body burn.
She had tried to sleep it off, but now that the drowsiness had faded, she was wide awake—and completely alone.
No one had come to see her.
Not Thalor.
Not Zera.
The thought made something twist in her chest. It's better this way, she told herself.
She needed space.
Time to think.
Because the moment she had been left alone, her mind had latched onto something she had been trying to avoid all day.
Zera.
Elysia squeezed her eyes shut.
They had been together for three years. Three years of trust, of companionship.
And now—
