The exhaustion is deep within every part of my body and I"m completely unable to escape it. And yet I keep playing over the moment I told Nahresi that I loved him. I hadn"t meant to, but the moment was just so emotionally charged that I hadn"t been able to stop it from slipping out.
Now I just have to decide what to do with it.
I enter my dressing room and catch sight of the box with Father"s brooch in it and let out a loud sob. I pick it up and turn it over in my hands.
The pounding of feet announces Nahresi"s arrival. "Are you okay?"
"I"m sorry, it"s just...got me," I admit, setting the brooch down. "There"s no escaping grief, is there?"
He shakes his head. "I"m sorry."
"Don"t be."
"If you"re ready to sleep, I should turn in for the night. You know where I am." He pauses for the s
