Maverick POV
This is similar to when I found Wysteria under the mountain. The impaling spike and blood-stained floor left me breathless.
I failed. I failed to protect her!
Each step I took across the bodies of soldiers dead on the dark floor was heavy, but the sight of seeing the warrior who took the fae down lifeless was even deadlier.
My knees gave out just a breath away...
"Do not... Treat me... Like a tomb... I hate it." The lifeless body rasped it out with a gnawing emptiness in her eyes which made me doubt my sanity.
"Y-you..."
The memory flashed, but this time, deeper darkness and terror shrouded me because I believe that there are no second chances.
No such luck exists for a human.
Princess Ieliene's cry echoed on the battlefield, mourning her protector standing solid
