Thick incense smoke filled your nose, making you cough and sit up suddenly, air filling your lungs with force. Tristan was standing beside the stone lid of your tomb where you were sitting. A smug smile curved his lips.

"Finally the sleepyhead woke up. How are you feeling, my love?"

He stroked your cold cheek. It took three years, but Tristan finally managed to bring you back from the dead. He promised to get you back, no matter how long it took. He wouldn't let you go a second time.