She's Alive

(Camilla’s POV) I woke up to the sound of a low murmur coming from Kalel, his voice strained, laced with a hint of frustration. I opened my eyes to look at him. He’s sitting up in bed, his back to me, his head bent over something I can’t see. I peek over the edge of the covers, my heart pounding in my chest. Why is he up so early in the morning? Tomorrow is our wedding, and we had an agreement that tonight will be our biggest resting night, so we don't have to suffer from tiredness tomorrow. After all, it was going to be a big event. He’s talking to someone, his voice hushed, his words barely audible. I strain to catch the conversation, but it’s a jumbled mess of whispers and static. “I don’t understand,” he says, his voice tight with frustration. “How is this possible? I listen intently, my mind racing. Who is he talking to? What is happening? “She’s alive?” he whispers, his voice a mere breath. “But how? I saw her… I saw her… ” He trails off, his voice choked with emotion. My breath