Ethan's pov
TWO WEEKS LATER
The sound of the hospital monitor merges with the hum of the television. My eyes are tired as I read the new peace treaties between the three kingdoms, but I cannot divert my attention for too long. Each word is a reminder of the battle fought, the lives lost, and the renewed hopes.
Birds sing outside, their melodies soft and cheerful, as if celebrating the new era of peace that is taking shape. This sound blends with the gentle hum of the machines in the hospital room where Anastasia is resting, creating a symphony of hope and anticipation. The room, bathed in the soft morning sunlight that filters through the partially open curtains, seems almost inviting despite the medical equipment filling it.