Aliora Ashwin
I felt as though my heart would drop any second. How could he accept such madness? Who didn’t know what a Luna Trial meant? It was death wrapped in sugar-coated words. Death wrapped in pack politics. Murder without consequences, and he accepted…
I don’t know how far I walked, but my legs ached as I stepped into the grand hall. The room was empty; the ministers had long departed, and there he stood over the giant war front, his eyes gazing down at the map and Varik reporting goddess knows what by his side.
“Kael,” I growled. My voice came out pained and desperate, unlike what I had expected.
Kael stiffened. His hands dropped the marker he held, and his features softened, but only for a brief second.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Leave.” I turned to Varik, who nod
