Aria's POV
The Rogue King is dead. One statement. A sudden realization. My breath falters, everything looks too real. The light that once emitted from me. His corpse lying on the cold ground. My gaze sweep through it. Motionless. Breathless. Lifeless.
I defeated him. I did it. I really did it. My mind tries to register my win. The evidence lying unfiltered on the ground. A smug feeling curls low within me. This is not just for me. This for everyone.
'Lucien.' His name rings in my head. In that moment, I spin around and there he is. Motionless on the ground, his eyes drooping like he's about to give up
"Lucien." A loud scream hovers in my head, as I bolt towards him. Fast and urgent.
"Lucien please talk to me." I say, my chest tightens, as I try to open up our mind link. Nothing. No
