Chapter 15
The days turned into weeks, and Maeve remained unconscious. The kingdom we had fought so hard to save was slowly being rebuilt, this time under my rule. It was a united kingdom now, stronger and more prosperous than ever before. The legends of Darius, the noble king who had made the ultimate sacrifice to save the legendary princess, were whispered among the people, a testament to his bravery.
During those two long weeks, I hardly left Maeve's side. Her unconscious form lay on the ornate bed in our chamber, her chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of sleep. The castle had been repaired, and life had returned to some semblance of normalcy, but without her, it felt incomplete.
I brushed a strand of her white hair away from her face, a small smile tugging at my lips. She looked so peaceful in slumber, her crimson eyes hidden beneath delicate lashes. I had come to realize that she was my anchor, my reason for everything.