Cath
He remembered now. Not his name exactly, but the man he loved. That man was made of hard edges and soft words, of thorns and sorrows. He had crazy red hair and golden freckles on his nose, a pointed chin and lips were always pressed in defiance. When he saw the king through their eyes, through the eyes of the wraith, something woke inside of him – the need to protect, to love and be loved, the selfless act of forgiveness, and hope. He had forgotten these feelings existed, so lost in desperation and helplessness, but now they crept inside of him and there was no way back.
The person he loved was a demon. His people called him a king, even though he had no crown, but the nameless elf knew that one didn’t need a crown to be followed. The elf saw the king through the little possessed gi
