CYPRUS POV:
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I walked beside Cassandra as she moved sluggishly through the dimly lit halls, each step heavier than the last. She wouldn’t admit it, but I can see the exhaustion settled deep in her bones. I could see it in the way her shoulders slumped, the way her breath came just a little too shallow.
When we reached her chamber, she made a weak attempt to turn back.
“I’m already fine, Cyprus, thank you” She muttered, though her body betrayed her. It was clear she didn’t want to burden me, insisting I leave her be as if she were fine—unaffected by pain or weakness. But no, I wouldn’t leave her like this. She was my responsibility, my love, my future wife. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her feel safe.
I stepped in front of her, blocking the door before she could slip past me. “
