HOPE’S POV.The room did not return to normal after Ronan stabilized.It only grew quieter.Not the calm kind of quiet—the kind that normally settles after a storm. No. This was something else entirely. A heavy, watchful silence that pressed against my skin and made every small sound feel too loud in my ear, including my own breathing and that of the people around me.I stayed where I was beside the couch, watching Ronan’s chest rise and fall. It was still uneven, but stronger than before. That was something. That meant the herbs were working.Servants moved carefully around us, cleaning the floor, wiping away the blood, replacing broken items. They spoke in hushed voices, avoiding eye contact.The guards remained stationed nearby, but even they seemed… different. More alert. More rigid.And the elders, they stood in small clusters now, further away from the couch than before, speaking quietly among themselves. Every now and then, I caught one of them glancing in my direction.Not ope
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