I couldn't take my eyes off him.
The last time I saw the Baroness' son, he had been nothing more than a frail figure drowning in a sea of pillows, his body struggling to fight against Tenebris Decay. His skin had been sallow, his breath thin, his limbs too weak to move.
But now—this boy standing before us… he was not the same person.
Healthy. Vibrant. Radiant.
Everything about him glowed—his hair like golden threads under the morning light, his posture straight and poised, his once sunken cheeks now full and smooth. His bright blue eyes sparkled with a clarity that sent a chill down my spine.
This wasn't just recovery.
This was something unnatural.
Raheagr was the first to break the silence. "You look well."
Understatement of the century.
The boy—no, this thing masquerading as the Baroness' son—turned his head toward us, a slow, graceful movement. His lips curled into a soft, polite smile.
"I feel well, Your Highness." His voice was smooth, pleasant. Too pleasant.
