Aethryx POV
The silence inside the bedchamber felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest.
It was a suffocating kind of quiet, broken only by the faint, rhythmic sound of breathing from the bed.
The girl lying on the mattress had not moved a single muscle in three days.
Her pale face remained completely still against the pillows.
She took slow, shallow breaths, her chest barely rising and falling.
Midnight-black hair was scattered around her shoulders, except for a little streak of pure white right at the front.
It was a stark contrast, a tiny detail that caught the eye immediately, but it meant nothing to me.
I did not know her name, and I didn't care to know her name.
To me, she was nothing more than an unwelcome stranger, yet she was the entire reason my world had ground to a halt.
She was the reason my princess refused to step foot outside these four walls.
Because of this unconscious girl, I had been treated like a ghost in my own castle for three long days.
