The sun was already high in the sky, casting its clear and warm light through the wide windows of the room. It was past noon, and the palace, now alive and luminous, breathed with a different calm, as if the entire kingdom was taking a breather after so much suffering.
Fara’s room was bathed in that serene light. The shadows were soft, and the air carried the distant murmur of fountains and leaves moving with the wind. There was no longer urgency, nor immediate fear… just fatigue and concern.
Fara was sitting up, leaning against the cushions, wrapped in light blankets. Her breathing was steady, and although she was still weak, there was more presence in her gaze, more life. Uzziel remained by her side for hours, barely moving.
He rested the bowl on the nearby table and now carefully off
