Sleep claimed Eren despite his resistance. The strange energy of Thornvale Palace had seeped into his bones, lulling him into a deep slumber filled with fragmented visions—faces he didn't recognize, battles he'd never fought, and powers he'd never wielded.
A soft knock jolted him awake. Before he could respond, the stone door swung inward. Queen Elena herself stood in the doorway, her silver-laced gown catching the amber light. Commander Maria loomed behind her, ever vigilant.
"I trust you rested well?" Elena asked, her voice carrying that same strange duality—warmth atop steel.
Eren rose quickly, suddenly aware of how disheveled he must appear. "Well enough," he replied, brushing back his hair.
Elena's gaze traveled around the chamber, noting the untouched food tray. "You haven't eaten."
"I wasn't hungry."
