Kane
I stood outside the waiting room, my back pressed against the cold stone wall, the weight of the crown on my head heavier than ever. Her scent lingered in the air, faint and delicate, like lavender in the night breeze. It twisted something deep inside me, an ache I couldn’t name.
She was just beyond that door.
Imprisoned. Accused. Alone.
And I had might to take her out of there. but I was binded by invisible chains.
I closed my eyes, the image of Luna’s face flashing before me—pale, eyes wide with disbelief, fear swirling in those stormy depths. She looked at me as if I had shattered her world.
I had.
Yet I couldn't bring myself to open the door.
Because the moment I did, I would have to face her. I would have to see the betrayal in her eyes.
And I didn’t know if I was strong
