RAYNA'S POV

The days passed peacefully with my weak limbs getting stronger. Apart from my scars which refused to heal, I lived and roamed freely around the manor.

Cassius remained strict about every food I ate including my rest hours. I saw how up and about he was in the manor. It made me feel bad for him. I should do something to help but I was just as useless as the furnitures laying around.

Despite how occupied he was, he strictly checked on me every morning. Sometimes I woke up to meet him staring softly at me. “Why are you here?”, I groaned in embarrassment one of the mornings...