The soft glow of candlelight cast delicate shadows across the room as Lord Cedric stood just outside the healing chamber, his gaze fixed on Kaelix.
The young prince sat close to Eirik's bedside, his hand gently resting over Eirik's, his thumb brushing the back of it in slow, tender circles.
Eirik's face was pale, almost translucent in his unconscious state, and Kaelix's brow was furrowed, his face etched with worry and fatigue.
Cedric's heart clenched. He had once doubted this union, believed that Kaelix's devotion to Eirik was fleeting, mere affection born of convenience and circumstance.
But now, as he watched Kaelix's unwavering focus, he realized how deeply he had misjudged him. Kaelix's love wasn't just a title or a duty, it was fierce, consuming, and genuine.
The gentle hum of the room seemed to soften even further, and Cedric took a step back, closing the door behind him in silence.