norella Pov
Blinking awake, I was swaddled in the crisp linens of a hospital bed, the room a canvas of clinical white. King Jason was there, standing guard like a statue with a furrowed brow. A nurse zipped around, her presence as brief as a summer breeze, her eyes bouncing from me to Jason and back again.
"Thank the stars, you're back with us," Jason's voice cut through the haze, each syllable heavy with worry. My throat was scratchy, my voice a faint echo of itself, "What happened to me?".
"You gave us quite the scare," he said, "But you're tougher than you look. You're gonna bounce back from this." As the nurse slipped away, Jason closed the distance between us, perching on the edge of the bed, his hand enveloping mine—It felt like we'd been here before, a replay in a place where e
