----Kane POV----
“I am sorry, my lord, but this is the story of how I lost everything. Personally, I believe this was the beginning of it all. If only things had gone differently—not only would I have found happiness, but His Majesty, King Edmund, and his beautiful red-headed mate would still be alive.”
I could see that both of them were eager for me to continue, their curiosity barely contained. But it was hard. It had been years since I’d allowed myself to intentionally think about that time. The guilt had gnawed at my soul for the last two hundred years. If I could’ve controlled it—if I had even known what would come—I would’ve done something. But I didn’t. I didn’t know. Not until I felt it.
His death.
And that feeling—it was worse than losing a mate. I knew it was him. I felt him
