Reaching the quarters, I found Zion beside the hearth, his tall figure silhouetted against the flickering flames. His dark hair caught the firelight, making him look almost ethereal. Before I could call his name, he turned, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I have something to show you," he said, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Curiosity piqued, I stepped closer. "What is it?" I asked, crossing my arms, feigning impatience.

He extended his hand, and I took it without ...