Fraya
After the first time the bond opened between me and Alexander, I was afraid of what he would see, what he would think of me afterwards. The guilt for all those that I had killed in my quest for vengeance still ate at me. I have killed hundreds of his people, yet he still didn't hate me and I felt humbled by that. He had every reason to hate me, I had brought war to his doorstep, had been the reason he had been locked up for weeks on end, even doubted his love for me, and yet, he still wanted me. How did I get so lucky?
The feeling of the power leaving my body, flowing into Alexander, was freeing. The pressure of holding onto it, loosened. The power was still within my reach, I knew it would come if I called for it, but instead of holding all of it inside of me a once, I now shared
