For three days, Alaric remained locked in his room. He barely spoke, barely moved, and barely breathed. His entire world had narrowed down to the rhythmic, fragile beat of their child's heart. That tiny pulse was the only thing keeping him from surrendering to madness.
He whispered reassurances, hoping Ravenna would stir like she always did in her sleep, also brushing his fingers over her cheek as if his touch alone could anchor her back to him. Yet, behind the closed door, the weight of helplessness crushed him to the ground, and if he had to beg to get her back, he would do it without hesitation. If there was a way for a to come back to him, he would risk everything for it. But if it ever happened, then he would join her in the otherworld.
