The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls as the night stretched on.
Lucia sat beside the bed, dabbing a damp cloth over Alexander’s heated skin.
His fever hadn’t broken yet, and she had spent the past hours ensuring he remained comfortable—wiping away the sweat that drenched his body, cooling his forehead, and whispering soothing words when his sleep turned restless.
He stirred again, his brows furrowing as he muttered incoherently. Lucia leaned in closer.
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