Chapter Four
He looked around the darkened room, absently realizing it had been a week since he'd eaten.
In fact, it had been almost that long since he'd last made an appearance at work. His servants hadn't bothered him today, either. Rolling over in bed, he closed his eyes again.
If only I could go to sleep and never wake again.
For the first time in his very long life, he wished he was dead. Maybe if he sipped from the River Lethe, the magic would work on him too. It could absolve the pain of remembering her beautiful face as she’d walked away. But nearly as soon as the thought appeared, he shook his head.
No.
He wanted to remember her beauty. It was all he had left of his time with her. When he’d still had hope for the future. He'd been alone before meeting her, but had never been
