Gift Of Gratitude

(Seren's POV)

After my brother left, I spent my time quietly inside my bedchamber. I had taken my medicines and eaten my food without a fuss, wanting my body to recover as much as possible given the short time I had left. A week was all I had, and I needed to be at least strong enough so I could run away. 

Though Cian cared for me, in the end, I was being sent away, and he couldn't stop it. It was better to run away on my own and not implicate him. Since everyone wanted this witch to get out of this kingdom, so I would fulfill their wish—but on my own terms. I felt bad that I deceived my brother by using his words and permission as my way to escape this palace, but it could not be helped. 

Around the evening, I found myself standing by the window, enjoying the refreshing sensation of wind against my skin.