A sharp knock interrupted us. The door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside. His golden eyes locked onto mine, sending a wave of heat through me.
“Beta Felix,” Garett greeted him. “My daughter's savior. You’re just in time. Our daughter is awake.”
Felix’s gaze was intense, unreadable. When he spoke, his deep voice resonated. “I just did what I could. Besides, the prophecy said she would return when the realm needed her most.”
Prophecy? My pulse quickened. I wasn’t a princess or a savior—I was just Calla, a broken woman who didn’t belong here.
Felix stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’ve been gone too long, Princess. It’s time to take your place.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but then I felt it—a voice, faint but undeniable.
You are not alone, Calla. I am here.
I froze as warmth surged in my chest, the voice soothing yet powerful, as if a long-lost part of me had awakened.
“What’s happening to me?” I whispered, clutching my head as the room dimmed.
Felix’s hand brushed my arm, the touch electric. “You’re awakening,” he said.
The room spun, and the last thing I saw was Felix’s intense gaze before the world plunged into darkness.
Calla's POV