*Saoirse*

I lay in the healing center, my body aching and my mind reeling from the events of the past days. The dragon staff's dark magic had nearly consumed me. It was only through Rhys' unwavering love and determination that I found the strength to break free of its grasp.

The healers tended to my wounds, both physical and magical, with gentle hands and soothing elixirs. Even as my body mended, my thoughts remained troubled. I couldn't shake the memory of how easily ...