Chapter 11
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 paus
