As she watched Fara lost in that deep, artificial slumber, Lissana understood.
It wasn’t a sudden revelation, but a slow, heavy certainty that settled in her chest with a muted pain.
That’s how Tarik must have felt.
Not sick. Not injured.
Rather, overwhelmed.
The magic used to put Fara to sleep hadn’t healed anything. It had only silenced the scream, quieted the noise for a moment, granting her a fleeting respite. And in that gesture”as desperate as it was merciful—Lissana saw reflected the decision Leriana had made long ago.
To put the king to sleep.
Not to escape the problem… but because keeping him awake would have condemned him to madness.
The fairy land spoke.
It screamed.
It broke.
And those who were connected to it, who could truly hear it, were the first to fall.
Lissan
