Seraphina tossed and turned in her bed, her body aching for rest but her mind refusing to quiet down. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the two candles sitting on the bedside table, but it did little to calm her. Every time she closed her eyes, the memory of her last vision resurfaced, bringing with it the memory of the mysterious man who haunted her thoughts.
He had claimed to belong to her, just like her husbands. The words had sent her mind into a spiral of confusion and doubt. How could someone so unknown to her make such a bold statement? More than that, why had she felt an undeniable pull toward him, despite knowing it was wrong?
Seraphina sighed heavily and sat up, throwing the covers off her. Her chest felt tight with unease, and her heart pounded softly in the silence of the night.