Damian pushed the cabin door open with his shoulder, the old wood creaking slightly as he stepped inside.
The place was small but sturdy, with a rustic charm and faint traces of warmth from a long ago.
The air held a soft scent of old wood and lavender, bringing back bittersweet memories of his mother, Queen Aeliana, who loved this quiet getaway before her passing.
Carefully, Damian placed Evelina on the bed, her pale body looking even more delicate against the soft sheets. He adjusted her head on the pillow and lightly brushed a loose strand of hair from her face as his silver eyes examined her injuries.
Her skin was pale, her breathing was shallow, and dark veins from the wolfsbane poisoning were visible, spreading across her body.
"She's been missing for three days," Damian murmured. "And poisoned with wolfsbane. Time isn't on our side."
