Chapter 55
Thalia
The infirmary was quiet. Soft light from the crystal ceiling fixtures illuminated the room. It wasn't harsh, yet bright enough to see every detail of the man lying beside me—King Lucian. I couldn't believe that the once frail, weak king, who always lay in bed, waiting for death, was now beside me. Vigorous, and handsome, he didn't look like someone who had been on the brink of death.
"I don't know how to thank you. I don't know you well, but it feels like we've known each other for a long time," he said softly.
Our eyes met. I wanted to speak, but I didn't know what to say. So I remained silent. I wanted to say that I felt the same way.
He looked at his hands. The weight of his memories was evident in his eyes.
"Nineteen years. It's been years since the fall of the
