Celine's eyes slowly opened, and for a moment, everything felt different, she couldn't recognize where she was. The world around her was clearer, sharper, and filled with details she had never noticed before, her body felt weightless and her mind strangely calm, as if she had been floating between dreams and reality.
The faint crackle of the fireplace, the soft rustling of fabric as someone moved and even the steady sound of a heartbeat in the room was all so vivid to her.
She blinked, her vision adjusting to the dim lighting of her chamber. A strange warmth coursed through her body, but something was wrong. She wasn't in pain and the wound she had gotten on her shoulder from the assassin's attack some days back was gone.
Her fingers trembled as she touched her shoulder, the skin was smooth and no scar present it was as if she had never been injured at all.
Her eyes widened slightly. "What…?" she whispered, touching her smooth skin. Something felt different
