Over the next few days, the giant stone mansion worked its magic perfectly.
The heavy, burning fever completely left Roxy's body. The fresh, crisp pine air blowing through the open windows, the warm, crackling fireplaces, and the endless, quiet safety of the private mountain slowly healed her tired mind. She still missed her Beastworld babies terribly. She thought about them every single day. But the sharp, crushing pain had finally turned into a quiet, warm love. She knew her children were safe in the magic world, and she knew she was finally safe here.
Once the Kings saw that she was smiling, laughing, and eating full meals again, they finally relaxed.
