How could her source of pain be her source of comfort too? Irabel stood frozen in front of the mirror, her eyes no longer on her own reflection but on the one beyond it.
With Nykka gone, and after a very lively maid had served her, everything had hit her all at once. This life, this bedroom, the castle, all the luxury screaming royalty, everything about it had reminded her of her home, her warm past and no matter how strong she wanted to be, she crumbled under the weight of loneliness. Why couldn't the moon goddess wipe her memories too?
Overcome with grief, Irabel had without thinking asked whoever was knocking on Nykka’s door to come in. She hadn’t expected it to be Maxith however, or that he would look at her the way he was looking at her right now. Neither had she expected herself to
