Aira.
"Aira? What are you doing here?" he called out, his low voice sending tremors down my spine. I clutched the hem of his robe, my forehead touching the ground.
"How could you do this to me?" I sobbed, my voice barely audible. "How could you hurt me this way? How could you take away the only thing that mattered to me?"
I glared at King Kael, but his face remained a mask of indifference, devoid of any emotion. Absolutely nothing. He just stood at the threshold, staring at me with the emptiest eyes I had ever come across. Anger and betrayal began to simmer in the pit of my stomach, and before long, my fury erupted.
"Why are you staring at me like that!? Don't you know what you did!" I screamed, if my hoarse, high pitched note could be called a scream.
His brows furrowed ever so sli
