Emrys
I couldn’t protect her. I failed her. Again. My fingers tremble as they trace the ridges on her back. Torn skin that never got the chance to heal clean. Every mark is a sentence I never served. Every welt, a memory I should’ve borne instead of her. How did I not notice? Every time I’ve held her body to mine. I watched as Aether bathed her and I didn’t notice the scars, why?
I try to recall every moment where I could have noticed but didn’t. He knew. Aether knew. He was the one who washed her body. My temper begins to rise but Clover calms me again with light kisses on my head and caresses her hand on my back.
‘I’m going to kill him.’ I say as I struggle to contain my emotions. Father, Uncle. I don’t care. Nothing will come between my wrath. He touched what was mine. Harmed what wa
