Freya‘s pov.

My eyes blinked open. The moon hovered high, the shadows longer than before.

Dorian was at my side. Tiberius nearby. I sat up, wincing.

Dorian took my hand. "You passed out. Arius sedated you before things got worse. We made a plan."

"A plan?"

He nodded. "To stop Alaric. To reclaim my throne. And to help you survive the Tribunal."

I breathed, slow and heavy. It was so much.

I looked around and then stood.

I walked to ...