As Aldus gently stroked her hair and the fever from her forehead, Livia felt a strange warmth that didn't come from her fever but from the king's hand. She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but she knew it meant something.
"Why is my heart beating like this?" she whispered to herself, trying not to look at the king, but her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own.
She couldn't believe it—the king, feared by all, the man known for his cold voice and heavy presence, was now sitting beside her, speaking softly to her as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world. But along with the comfort, a deeper fear crept in again.
"What if Lilly really is gone? What if she's no longer here and I'm all that's left? What value does my life have if I don't have my wolf?".
