Freya had never liked silence.Not because it frightened her, but because silence always seemed to carry memories with it. The quieter the world became, the louder her thoughts turned.And inside Eros’s fortress, silence felt alive.It followed her through the long stone corridors, through towering halls lit by silver fire, through the cold beauty of a place built for a king who had spent centuries alone. Even surrounded by guards, servants, and warriors, the fortress never truly felt occupied.It felt haunted.Freya stood near one of the enormous balcony windows overlooking the cliffs below. Dawn had not fully arrived yet. The sky remained dark blue, stretched with fading stars and silver mist rolling across the mountains beneath the fortress.Beautiful.Lonely.A lot like him.“You’re staring again.”Freya glanced sideways as Dylan walked toward her carrying two cups of tea. Unlike everyone else in the fortress, he no longer looked terrified speaking to her. Exhausted sometimes. Con
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