From the perspective of Black Knight:
I was mortified. I hadn’t sung in many, many years. Kalen read the horror on my face.
“It was beautiful, my love.” He told me; I just shook my head. I looked at Eva. She looked so hurt. Hurt for me.
“You offered to sing for him, Wren.” She said, using my first name.
“Why don’t you want to sing anymore? You looked so happy when you sang for me.” Kalen asked, concern radiating his features. I stood and walked to the edge of the river, staring at the forest on the other side.
“I loved to sing. For years I would. One day, not long after I became Fae, I became angry one day. I didn’t become angry often, so this had never been an issue before. I came to this grove and sang. I went back to the village to find that my song had destroyed half of the cla
