Chapter 114
Annalise
Helena’s fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against the band on her ring finger. Her gaze was distant, lost in the weight of the past. The soft glow of the setting sun bathed the garden in warm hues, yet the story she told carried a chill that even the golden light could not melt.
"A week later," she continued, her voice quiet, "he came back."
I watched her closely.
"I remember it so clearly," she murmured. "I was outside, collecting firewood near the abandoned shelter I was hiding in. The moment I turned around, I saw him standing there… Kimber. His clothes were a mess, his hair disheveled. And his eyes—" she paused, inhaling deeply, "his eyes were filled with something I had never seen before. He was crying, My Queen."
Crying? The thought of someone like
