(SHEILA’S POV)"Sheila, when those people arrived today, did you recognize any of them?" Orion's gentle voice reached my ears. It was devoid of any accusation or anger. I understood that he simply sought understanding. I saw concern in his eyes, a silent plea for me to trust him, to let him inPart of me wanted to pour out my worries to him, to let him shoulder some of the burden that weighed me down. But fear held me back, whispering warnings of potential consequences if I revealed too much. Caught in this internal struggle, I found myself speechless, unable to articulate the tangled mess of thoughts and emotions swirling inside me.Perhaps he sensed my distress in my silence. Orion's arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me into a comforting embrace. His warmth enveloped me, offering a safe haven amidst the storm raging within me. "It's okay, Sheila," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody. "You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready. I'm here for you, no matter what."

(SHEILA’S POV)As Orion pulled me into his arms, the warmth of his embrace encased me like a protective shield. His whispered words, filled with determination, echoed in my ears, stirring a mixture of emotions within me. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe," he vowed, his voice steady and unwavering. "No matter what you choose, I want to be right here with you."His pledge both comforted and unsettled me. I couldn't help but feel grateful for his fierce loyalty, yet I couldn't ignore the danger that lurked around us, especially in defying my father's authority in Harvestia. Marcus, as the kingdom's top farmer, held immense power, his influence stemming from the resources provided by the Alpha King for the Land Enclosure Program. His rule was absolute, leaving little room for dissent. I knew all too well the consequences of challenging him—swift and merciless retribution awaited any who dared to oppose him.I leaned forward, my eyes wide with concern as I reached out to gently

(SHEILA’S POV)I escorted Willowhart to the entrance of her hut, bidding my mentor farewell as she departed. Once Willowhart was on her way, I turned back inside, immediately shifting my focus to Orion.Drawing from my experience in caring for patients with fever, I fetched a bucket of cool water and soaked a fresh cloth. With practiced care, I rinsed it and then draped it gently across Orion's forehead. My expression, etched with concern, remained unwavering as I stayed steadfast by his bedside. The small space was filled with the sound of his labored breaths and the glistening sweat on his fevered brow.Orion's weakened voice broke the silence, his words barely audible as he murmured, "I don't feel well." With a visible effort, he attempted to sit up, but his strength failed him, leaving him slumped against the pillows. Frustration flickered across his face as he struggled to remove his shirt, his movements feeble and uncoordinated.My heart raced as I observed Orion's weak conditi

(SHEILA’S POV)As I looked into Orion's eyes, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed me. There was something profound in the way our gazes met, something that seemed to solidify the unspoken connection we shared. With each exchanged glance, it felt like the threads binding our hearts grew stronger, weaving a tapestry of emotions between us.The warmth that flooded my soul in his presence was undeniable, comforting yet unsettling all at once. Doubts clawed at the edges of my mind, casting shadows on the burgeoning affection I held for him. Was this feeling real, or just a figment of my imagination, conjured by fleeting moments of connection?"Sheila," Orion's voice broke through my thoughts, his expression a mix of concern and vulnerability. His words hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty. "A-are you sure?"As I looked at him, every contour of his face seemed to reveal a story of vulnerability, etched deeply into his features. His voice trembled, his jaw quivered, and it was as if he had l

(ORION’S POV)"Oh, I almost forgot, dear Orion!" Willowhart began, her voice filled with wonderment, drawing my attention away from the task at hand. My gaze snapped to hers, a spark of newfound hope kindling within me. "What is it, Old Lady?" I asked, curiosity evident in my voice.Willowhart chuckled softly at the nickname, then gently offered, "Maybe the healers from the royal city could assist you in reclaiming your memories."Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning, and confusion knitted my brows. "Wow, sometimes I forget I lost my memory," I admitted, feeling a pang of discomfort at the reminder. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind if it never came back, as long as I can stay by Sheila's side and keep her safe."As I spoke those words, I couldn't help but wonder about the life I had before this memory loss. But Sheila, with her warm smile and unwavering support, was my anchor in this sea of uncertainty.Noticing his reaction, Willowhart arched her eyebrows with a playful glint in her e