Chapter 51
Rowen sat across from the red-haired woman. The ever-young sorceress who had lived many, many centuries.
The air was thick with silence as they sat across from each other. Her eyes were closed, though, and her smooth cheeks were relaxed, but Rowen could tell she was in a deep meditative state. That has always been her signature whenever she had someone in.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her eyes slowly opened, resting immediately on Rowen.
He cracked a little smile. "It is good to see you are doing well. It has been quite a while," Rowen said.
Her expression didn't falter as her slit-shaped eyes rested on him. But her perfect brows raised a fraction. "I would not say the same for you, King Rowen." Her voice was calm, and her words flowed smoothly—almost soothi
