Third Person's POV...
Syra's Suite...
Syra's mind drifted into a dream as she lay in her bed, the coldness of her sheets unable to touch the warmth stirring deep inside her. The world around her shifted, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality until all that remained was him. Riyan.
The setting of her dream was a vast, moonlit garden, lush with vibrant flowers that seemed to glow under the silver light. It was a place she had never been to before but somehow felt as though she belonged there.
The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine, the night soft and still, the perfect backdrop for what her heart had longed for. A soft breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying with it the warmth of his presence.