Cursed to be my Mate
His breath caught.
At least, the presence of the window offered a glimmer of solace amidst the gloom. The frame was flimsy, barely held together by a few bent nails, yet beyond that was a breathtaking sight. A valley sprawled below, graced by a wide and winding river. The grass was a vivid green, with the sun casting beams of light over the scenery, momentarily blinding Rhys, starkly contrasting the dreary confinement of the room he found himself in.