The night hung heavily over the silent cottage, shadows curling at the edges of the walls like whispers of fate I could no longer escape. My heart pounded with urgency as if looked at Ajax, his silhouette outlined by the dim flicker of candlelight. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, a cruel contrast to the storm surging in my chest.
"If you really want me to live," I began, my voice barely a whisper yet trembling with desperations, "then can you bring me back to the palace?"
His brows furrowed. I saw it, the hesitation. It clung to him like a second skin, weighing down his every breath. But I could not stop now. I stepped closer, eyes pleading.
