MARSHALL’S POV
The night draped the world in its inky embrace, the stars sparkling like distant promises against the darkness. Yet, within the confines of my thoughts, a storm raged—a storm of uncertainty, regret, and longing. As I stood by the window of my chamber, gazing out at the city that seemed so vast and unfathomable, I couldn't help but question the path that had led me here.
Isidora's presence lingered in my mind like a whispered secret, a reminder of the moments I had sought solace in her arms. But even as her allure had momentarily eased the ache in my heart, it hadn't replaced the void left by Freya's absence. The weight of my emotions bore down upon me, and I found myself grappling with the question that had haunted me since our paths had crossed: Would I ever find true hap
