The War for the North[17]
Leaving behind the magical atmosphere of the hot spring, the relaxing effect of the hot water, and Cryomara's confusing presence, Cassian finally reached the room assigned to him.
The spacious, high-ceilinged room was furnished with dark wood and soft furs. There were embers in the fireplace that were fading but still kept the room warm.
Cassian put on the clean, cotton nightshirt left by the maid.
He let himself fall onto the wide bed. The mattress was so soft it felt like sinking into a cloud. He pulled the duvet up to his chin and buried his head in the down pillow.
It was three in the morning. The howl of the storm outside only deepened the silence inside.
"Finally..." he murmured.
His eyes closed, his breathing deepened. His consciousness began to drift into that sweet mist between sleep and wakefulness. For the first time in days, he was going to get a peaceful sleep without threats.
However, fate had other plans for him.
