ERIS
I woke to soft light filtering through windows that weren't mine.
Morning light. Pale and gentle, the kind that came after snowfall when the world was clean and quiet. It painted everything in shades of silver and white, turning the unfamiliar room into something from a winter painting.
My body felt heavy. Not painfully so, just... weighted. Like I'd been sleeping for days and my muscles had forgotten how to hold tension. I turned my head slowly, taking in the elegant chamber, ice-blue tapestries, frost-carved furniture, windows overlooking a snow-covered courtyard.
Soren's chambers. I was in Soren's bed.
Movement near the window caught my attention.
He stood silhouetted against the falling snow. His pale hair caught the morning light, making him look almost ethereal. Almost like something that shouldn't exist in the mortal world.
The child who bears Aenithra's mark.
