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Chapter 17: A ray of hope.
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2026-10-01 15:58:58A knock on the door.
I groaned rolling over, pulling the blanket over my head. "Five more minutes," I mumbled. "I swear I'll get up this time." Another knock. "I'm awake. I'm awake." I sat up, rubbing my eyes, expecting one of the maids with their usual tray of bland porridge and cold tea. "You can come in." The door creaked open as Nyko stepped inside. I froze. He stood in the doorway, a tray in his hands, looking almost... nervous. His dark hair was tousled, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Morning," he said. I blinked. "You're not a maid." "Astute observation." He walked in kicking the door shut behind him, and set the tray on the small table by my bed. "The cook isn't feeling well. So you're stuck with me." I stared at the tray. Fresh bread. Eggs, Fruit and a steaming cup of tea that actually smelled like something. "This is..." I trailed off genuinely shocked. "You made this?" "Don't sound so surprised." He pulled up a chair, straddling it backward his arms resting on the backrest. "I'm a wolf of many talents." I eyed him warily. "Why are you here, Nyko?" He shrugged. "Fenrir asked me to check on you. Make sure you're recovering." "Fenrir asked you?" "Technically, he said 'keep an eye on her.' But I figured you'd appreciate breakfast more than a guard posted outside your door." I snorted. "How thoughtful of him." Nyko's smile widened, and something warm flickered in his eyes. "He's not as heartless as he pretends to be." "Could've fooled me." "Give him time." Nyko leaned forward, his voice dropping. "He's been through a lot. We all have." I studied him the easy confidence, the genuine warmth in his expression. It was so different from Fenrir's cold, calculating gaze. Nyko felt... safe. "I don't need a babysitter," I said, reaching for the tea. My fingers brushed against his as I took the cup as a small spark passed between us. Nyko noticed as his eyes flickered, something unreadable crossing his face. "Maybe not," he said softly. "But you could use a friend." I took a sip of the tea and nearly moaned. It was perfect just the way I liked it. "How did you know?" I asked. "Know what?" "How I take my tea." Nyko's smile faltered. "Lucky guess." I saw it in his eyes something he wasn't telling me. Something he knew. "You know," he interrupted, leaning back, his gaze softening, "you don't have to carry everything alone." I blinked. "What?" "Whatever it is. Whatever you're hiding." His voice was low, gentle. "I see it in your eyes. The weight and the fear." He paused. "You don't have to tell me but just know... I'm here." I stared at him, my throat tight. No one had said that to me before. "Why?" I whispered. Nyko's smile returned, softer this time. Warmer. "Because everyone deserves someone truth in their life ." My heart stuttered. "I should go," Nyko said, standing abruptly. "Fenrir will wonder where I am." He walked to the door then paused, his hand on the frame. "Winora?" He looked back at me and for a moment, his expression was unguarded. Raw. "I'm glad you're okay."
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