“Please, come back alive,” he whispered into her ear.
Hadjar had seen mothers sending their sons off to battle. The pain in their eyes could break one’s heart. But this pain was always accompanied by pride. Therefore, a man and a woman were different, because a man is born for one thing, and a woman is born for another. This was harmony. However, he’d rarely seen a father standing on the doorstep as his daughter left to shed blood. There wasn’t even a drop of pride in Gedanius’ gaze. Only pain. And shame, because it was Tekkana who was leaving. Not him. Hadjar didn’t know how this day would end, but what he knew, regardless of whatever outcome awaited them, was that even if Gedanius, the head of the family, survived, Gedanius the warrior was already dead. The instant Tekkana let go of hi
