|The Angel Realm; 9700 years ago|
Alexander sat by his sister's bedside while she slept after hours of weeping the loss of the man she loved.
Lillian had left the realm for good after Marcus' indiscretions and on top of that, she had killed General Caige in cold blood. Eleanor was hysterical.
The household was mourning both losses as Eleanor had just returned after the funeral procession of the love of her life. It was more than difficult for her to contain her emotions as Alec made it his duty to nurse every one of his sister's needs. He could not possibly see her in a state like that.
He was pondering over the past few weeks of their lives as he ran his fingers through the angel's hair in order to lull her to sleep when a gentle knock at her door caught his attention.
He looked up
