The first sensation to pierce through the heavy, suffocating darkness was sound. It wasn't the gentle, ambient murmur of the ballroom or the rhythmic lapping of the ocean waves against the ship's hull. It was sharp, chaotic, and deafening.
"Get the royal physician! Now, you incompetent fools! If she doesn't open her eyes, I will personally ensure none of you ever see the capital again!"
(Ugh who is shouting like a hornet) [Your hubby...]
The voice was ragged, stripped of its usual icy composure, vibrating with a raw, unbridled fury that shook me to my core. It was Leo. I had never heard him shout like that. In all the time I had known him, through all his cold rejections and silent glares, his voice had remained a weapon of quiet, controlled disdain. This frantic, desperate roaring belonged to a stranger.
(Hey these aren't my thoughts!)
[Shh, it's automatically narrating]
