Urag walked past her like he was forcing himself to move..
He didn't speak.
Didn't explain.
Didn't even look back when she called his name.
The sound of his boots faded down the corridor until there was nothing left but silence, and the faint echo of her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
He disappeared.. again.
For a day.
Then two.
Then an entire week.
But his care never stopped.
The maids came in quietly, carrying trays of food he had chosen himself، always warm, always arranged the way she liked, the cups of enchanted tea pulsing faintly with his magic.
But not him.
Never him.
In those days, Eiravyne remained within her chambers.
Her body felt hollow, weightless, as though the pain had been drained out of her along with everything else.
The potions Urag sent worked flawlessly; she could feel his magic in every sip, soothing, cooling, numbing the ache until nothing remained but quiet exhaustion.
But even with the pain gone, she had no strength.
No will to move.
