Elara’s POVThrough the blur of falling snow, I tried to make out the face of the man carrying me.He had dark hair, a strong jaw, and eyes that seemed strangely familiar. I struggled to focus, but every time I thought I could see him clearly, my vision blurred again.“Who are you?” I whispered.“You can ask me that when you're warm.”His voice was deep and calm, carrying the kind of authority I hadn't heard in months.I tried to look at him one more time, but my eyelids were too heavy. Before I could make out his face, everything went dark.When I woke, I was lying beneath a thick comforter in a room I'd never seen before.A fire burned in the stone fireplace, filling the spacious bedroom with a gentle warmth. Beyond the tall windows, snow drifted silently through the darkness.I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, and I had to lean back against the pillows. My body still felt terribly weak.“Careful. You're not ready to get out of bed.”I turned toward the voice.
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