Chapter 55

Kaelia

Warmth. That was the first thing I felt.

The morning sun brushed against my face. My heartbeat pulsed steadily in my chest, a quiet rhythm that reminded me I was still alive. I blinked slowly, my vision blurring for a second before everything came into focus.

The ceiling above me was familiar. The soft lavender curtains. The scent of wildflowers and parchment in the air.

I was in my room.