Chapter 39
Annalise
Day 4 began as quietly as Day 3 had ended. Sylus was gone, his presence erased as though he had never been there. The forest around me remained unchanged, an eerie echo of its own timelessness. The air smelled damp and fresh, and the morning light filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns across the ground.
Surprisingly, I felt better—stronger. The drink Sylus had forced down my throat had done its job. My wounds, once agonizing, were almost fully healed, and my energy had returned in full force. I stretched my arms, testing my strength, and found myself almost…grateful.
Beside me, I noticed a folded dress. White and blue, simple yet elegant. I couldn’t help but smirk; this had to be Sylus’s doing. Somehow, the princes seemed to have a knack for conjuring
