MARSHALL'S POV
In the quiet of my chamber, I let the weight of the night settle around me. Lucas had left, and I decided to ease onto my bed, a place where I sought refuge from the complexities of the night. The room was cloaked in shadows, and I hoped that in the stillness, I could find a moment of peace.
As I lay there, my mind inevitably turned to Freya. Thoughts of her rushed in like a tide, and an involuntary smile played on my lips. Her laughter echoed in my thoughts, a melody that resonated with the rare joy we shared beneath the ancient oak. In the solitude of my chamber, her presence lingered, wrapping me in a warmth that transcended the physical space.
The night had a way of making her memory vivid, as if the darkness itself whispered tales of our shared moments. I found comfo
