Mag-log inSyria’s POV
Syria’s POV“No! No!” the leader screamed at the top of his lungs. “We fucking refuse!”
Syria’s POV “Why me?” I asked, “I didn’t do anything wrong to any of you!”
Syria’s POVI turned my back on them. They weren’t worth my time anymore.I had already spent
Syria’s POV“We’re going to be busy today,” Kael announced. “We’re conducting a defense drill. We need to make sure the structures are stable and nothing will break. Understand?”
Syria’s POV “This meeting is adjourned.”
Syria’s POV “How are you feeling now?”
Syria’s POVWhen I got back home, I made sure no one saw me sneaking in—especially the guards. If they found out I was late, I’d be punished again. My ears twitched at the faintest sounds—footsteps, breaths, and heartbeats. I held my breath as I slipped through the large front doors of the mansi
Syria’s POV“Syria, make our guest feel at home. I’ll leave him in your care for now. Take him for a walk in the garden. I just need to finish something inside,” my uncle said with a nod in my direction.I didn’t argue. I simply smiled, putting on my usual innocent expression. It was easier that wa
Syria’s POVWe walked all the way down, to the very lowest part of the estate. Lower than the chamber where Novene had been punished. With every step I took, my heart pounded faster. My muscles were trembling. I couldn’t stop the shaking. And deep inside, I knew once I saw what they had done to my
Syria’s POVThe silence stretched. I couldn’t stop staring at him, trying to decipher the truth. Was this the man behind the message? Or someone sent in his place?I wanted to ask him who he was and what he was doing here. The words sat on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak.







