CHAPTER 14

(SHEILA’S POV)

From my hiding spot, I observed Orion sitting alone in the room. Almost immediately upon his arrival, a faint smell of alcohol permeated the air, mingling with the atmosphere. His posture, normally composed and assured, now appeared unnervingly unsteady, his form swaying almost imperceptibly as if caught in an unseen current. His gaze, once sharp and focused, now seemed to drift aimlessly, lost in the depths of his own thoughts, fixed downward as if seeking solace or escape in the worn-out marks of the floorboards.

Minutes had passed before Willowhart returned while carrying a tray adorned with steaming chamomile mint tea and delicate biscuits. She set it down on an empty low wooden stool before taking a seat across from Orion. The elderly woman poured him a cup of tea which the latter accepted with gratitude.

Turn the scenario into 1st POV, Sheila's POV, use past tense for narratives:

"Thank you, Willowhart," Orion murmured, his voice carrying a soft tone of appreciat