Kaelen:
The wind howled through the empty halls of the castle.
It wasn't a song of welcome or warning—it felt like pure, agonizing grief, echoing this endless sadness that clawed at the stone like it wanted to rip the foundation from beneath my feet.
I stood at the center of the war room, a place where I had commanded hundreds, now empty and filled only with ghosts.
The table in the center of the room still held the maps Asher, and I was looking at before Ariane came into the clearing last night.
The sweet smell of her skin still lingered near me. I don't know if it was her kiss or her magic pulsing warmly in my chest, but I can still feel her before me as if I could reach out and touch her. But, instead of her curvy little frame, she came in the form of a soft pale gold threaded wi
