Tanya tilted her head. The light from the window lay gently over her face, highlighting that one pupil was larger than the other, a permanent reminder of her injuries. And she fought every day to remember, to regain her past.
The one true blessing was that she had absolutely no memory of the murders, for which Nikolaus was eternally thankful.
“You cannot escape what you feel, my friend. No matter how hard you work, how much you try to say it is fine, it wears on you. Everyday. Do not think I am not aware of this. You need him, and I daresay, he needs you, however he might feel at the moment.”
Nikolaus stared at him, then let his head drop back against the chair, a lump rising in his throat. He tried so hard to work past this, but his king was right. It never left him.
He had rejoiced a
