{Ryanna’s POV}

As he said that I glanced down into my cup.

There were tremors in the tea. Little ripples skimming the surface like it was trembling with something it couldn’t say.

Then I heard his voice again. Softer.

“Goodbye, Ryanna. I didn’t get the chance to say this before…” He paused. “Live well.”

My head snapped up.

But Tyrion was gone.

No footsteps. No creaking door. He just disappeared.

And so did the room.

The chair beneath me vanished too.

But I was still ...