Chapitre 35: I just need to survive

The evening air was cool, and the silence of the palace was a comforting backdrop as I returned to my chambers, book in hand. I settled into my favorite spot by the window, the soft moonlight spilling over the pages of "Enchanted Hearts."

The story of Isolde and Thalion drew me in once more, and I found myself absorbed in their world, their trials and passions becoming a temporary escape from my own reality.

Hours passed unnoticed as I read. Suddenly, a faint, almost whispering voice reached my ears. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. The room was empty, the only sound the faint rustling of the curtains in the evening breeze. I strained to listen, but the voice was gone.