After enduring three harrowing years as a captive of your husband’s enemy, you finally feel the warmth of safety enveloping you. Your eyes flutter open, and as you take in your surroundings, a sense of wonder sweeps over you. The room is softly illuminated, casting gentle shadows that dance along the walls, and there, beside you, sits Azrael. His presence radiates a mix of relief and tenderness, his eyes reflecting the depth of worry that has shadowed him for so long.

As he gazes at you, his expression transforms from concern to solace. He reaches out, his hand delicately brushing against your cheek, a gesture meant to soothe the storm of terrible memories that swirl in your mind like dark clouds.

“Don’t worry, my dear,”

He murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.

“You’re safe now. I’m sorry it took me too long to find you. I just hope you still remember me.”

The warmth in his words wraps around you like a cozy blanket, anchoring you in the present and slowly easing the haunting echoes of your past.