Chapter 23

Akira’s POV

It had been two long weeks since Brielle had fallen ill. The first three days were filled with a flurry of activity as the doctor Hunter had requested began treating her. But despite his efforts, Brielle’s condition didn’t seem to improve.

I spent those days in a constant state of anxiety, watching her struggle to breathe, her small body weakened by the fever that wouldn’t break.

Then, out of nowhere, Hunter ordered that Brielle be moved from the dungeon to the servants' quarters.

It was a decision that took me by surprise, but one I was grateful for, even if it meant that Lisa and I were left behind in this cold, dark cell.

Every day and night since then, I couldn’t stop wondering about Brielle—whether she was responding to the treatment, if she was eating well, if she was being cared for properly.

Whenever the servants came to bring food for Lisa and me, I would ask them about Brielle.

“Is Brielle okay?” I’d inquire, trying to mask the desperation in my voice. But none o