CASSIAN
“How could our daughter do this to us, dear?” I asked my wife as she sat on her throne seat, wiping her tears with a white cloth, looking out the window.
“I don’t know. All I want is my baby back, Cassian. Now that we know she was never truly dead, we need to bring her home.”
I sat on my throne seat next to her, holding one of her hands before I kissed her knuckles, giving her a faint smile.
“I tried, my lovely Grace. But she belongs to that wolf, and there’s nothing we can do to bring her back.” I replied, wiping away another tear that had rolled down her cheek. She looked so frail as these last few months have been hard on her, sadness and fear for our daughter had left her feeling useless.
“I want to go and see her. Please, Cassian. Take me to her.”
“I wish I could, but
