[Osric's POV—Dawnspire Wing—Later]
The sound of the door clicking shut echoed longer than it should have. Her voice still lingered in the air—cold, cutting, and final.
"You can do whatever you want… just leave me alone."
I exhaled slowly, but it wasn't air that left my lungs—it was something heavier, something that burned on its way out.
For a moment, I just stood there outside her chamber, staring at the intricate gold carvings on the door, the same ones I used to trace absently whenever she slept. Now, it felt like a wall between us—and it was.
"Jealousy," I whispered under my breath.The word tasted like ash.
Of all the things I could've said… of all the ways I could've defended her.
Why that word? Why did my tongue betray me like that?
She had every right to hate me. She had fought, bled, and burned for me more times than I could count—and I had thrown her loyalty into the fire like it meant nothing.
