Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Baron sat on his bed, a weariness etched across his face. A flicker of sadness clouded his eyes as he gazed at the portrait of Myra, his heart heavy with memories. He had hoped that after all this time, the feelings he once had for her would have dissipated, but being so close to her the previous night had only served to reignite his emotions.

As he held the portrait in his hands, his fingers gently caressing its edges, Baron's mind traveled back to the time when they had been close. It was the first night Myra had spent in the palace, and Baron happened to be passing by her chamber when he heard her scream. Without a second thought, he flung the door open and rushed in, finding her trembling and weeping on the bed. Her words, "He wants to kill me," echoed through the room.

Driven by instinct, Baron pulled her into a comforting embrace, holding her close as he whispered soothing words in her ear. He sat by her side, gently rocking her until the tears subsided and she calmed