Lana
The door opened again, this time more gently. Sylas entered, one hand carrying a tray of dinner that released the warm scent of sweet spices.
He closed the door softly, his eyes landing on me just as I finished cleaning up the shattered vase.
"Dinner time," he said casually, placing the tray on the table near the bed. "A special meal just for you. Moonroot root soup, krisda-spiced meat, and silver leaf tea. Supposedly it calms the mind after stressing over... everything."
I gave a small nod. But before he could tell me to eat, I spoke up first.
"I want to go out," I said.
Sylas raised a brow. "Out where?"
"Out of the room. I've had enough of feeling imprisoned. A full day locked in here—I need... fresh air."
I thought he'd refuse or laugh off my request. But to my surprise, he smiled.
"As long as I accompany you," he said. "You're free to look around."
I could hardly believe it. "Seriously?"
