Fiona’s POV.
There’s a calm after a storm.
Though the world around is still heavy with the effects of the storm, there’s this peace in knowing that the storm is over and finally one can rest and deploy start working on picking up the pieces the storm blew astray.
I’m experiencing something akin to that peace now, even though a tiny peak outside the window revealed the damages from the battle, even though now the manor was crawling with wounded soldiers and our dungeons were full of prisoners at least the air was no longer thick with anticipation of an incoming war, at least now I wasn’t crawling with anxiety at the constant nagging thought that we could be attacked at any minute and I could lose everything I’ve learned to care about.
Maybe now I could properly focus on building a rel
