Chapter 22

I was discharged three days later.

Physically, I felt better—stronger—but something had shifted inside me. I was still trying to process everything: the attack, the voice in my dreams, and those impossibly rare blue roses that waited by my bedside like a silent vow.

Everyone was careful with me, walking on glass, it seemed. Aethel barely left my side. Phaedra visited every day, sometimes bringing