Chapter 93

• Tiberius‘s pov.
• I returned to the room after a few hours, the door creaking slightly as I pushed it open. The soft light of the afternoon filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a golden haze across everything it touched. There was a stillness in the air, a hush that felt sacred. And there she was.
• Freya lay curled up on the bed, her hair a cascade of moonlight against the dark velvet pillow. Her chest rose and fell with each slow breath, lips parted slightly, lost in a dream I could only wish to enter. For a long moment, I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The sight of her like that—so peaceful, so entirely unguarded—rooted me to the threshold.