Aerion
Before the engagement party, I had received a message from Marcus asking me to visit him. Our relationship was just civil, we were not the best bro’s, but neither were we enemies.
I hadn’t intended to stay long, ensuring the Luna did not get a whiff of me being in the palace.
It had been months since Marcus and I had spoken, and even now, I could tell his mind was elsewhere.
When I stepped into his room, he was standing by the window, staring out over the grounds as if he could see something no one else could.
He looked… lost. This was his permanent state. Just a shadow of the man I had once known.
I never said anything, always waiting for him to acknowledge my presence and start the conversation.
“How far along are the plans?” he asked, his voice low and detached. His eyes
