Chapter 29.

Two days have passed, and still, the Princess does not stir. It's like the victory is hollow. Completely non existent without Rebekah waking up.

She lies silent, her breath soft and even, but her eyes remain closed. The chamber is hushed. Everyone waits—watching, hoping. It's like food has become meaningless everywhere.

The healing elves have come more than once. Their message is always the same: Rebekah is well, her wounds are healed. But her soul and body—so long bound in torment—must now rest. Deeply. Fully. Only then will she awaken. But for how long, no one knows.

At these words, Queen Renelda weeps quietly by her daughter’s bedside. She clutches Rebekah’s limp hand, her tears soaking the sheets. Her husband, King Edmund, remains close, rarely leaving the chamber. Sorrow clouds his face as he strokes his daughter’s golden hair, whispering apologies that tremble in his throat.