Alexander’s Point of View:
It had been years since I last saw her, years since I permitted myself to remember how it felt to gaze into her eyes, to witness the fire and tenderness simultaneously—and still, there she stood. Daciana. Star. Standing on the stage during Henry’s coronation, enveloped in golden light, she appeared like a vision that seemed to have emerged directly from a dream into my reality.
My heart stopped.
I had been caught completely off guard. I wasn’t even supposed to stay for the performances, but something had pulled me back into that hall—an invisible force I couldn’t shake. And there she was. The woman I loved, the woman who had once held my heart in the palm of her hand, the woman I believed I had lost for good. Her voice penetrated me like a knife, and each wo
