Rein's POV:
I woke up on an empty stomach. My stomach growled loudly like a wild animal, and I groaned, rubbing my belly in frustration. It was expected, though. For someone who hadn't eaten in two days, I was surprised I was even still alive. I could feel the dryness in my throat and the weakness crawling through my bones. My body felt light, like it would float away if I stood up too quickly.
The plan was to take a bath first, freshen up before anything else, but I couldn't take it anymore. Hunger came first. My lips felt dry and cracked, and my stomach protested with every breath I took. But the real problem was—I had no idea where the kitchen was, or even if there was any food in this massive, ancient castle.
"Syria," I called her name as usual, and in a snap of a finger, she appeared before me like a ghost materializing from thin air.
"What happened?" she asked, raising a brow.
