DAEDILLION
I stood at the window of my chambers, watching crimson mist curl across the Blood Realm's perpetual twilight. From this height, I could see the vast gardens where I'd walked with Aiko just hours before. Where I'd told her about Eron, about the three-fold binding that connected us.
Her resistance had been predictable. Traditional values ran deep, even in someone as rebellious as she tried to be. But I'd seen the recognition in her eyes—she'd felt it too. The connection between us, and the missing piece that was Eron Larson.
Eron. The wolf prince with star-crowned hair. In my countless millennia of existence, I'd rarely been caught off-guard. Yet our dream encounter had left me... disturbed.
"You're brooding again," Bogdar observed from where he stood guard by the door. Unlike
