Everyn's POV:
This has gotten grim pretty fast and I can see it on his face. War was not something he did because he liked to. Or because he was born to be a warrior. He had fought battles out of necessity. To protect an empty throne. To protect me? I was not sure yet what exactly was true in his words, but I kept reminding myself he was safe. That there was no point in lying to me, was it?
My chest grows heavy and I can't help but scratch at it absently as I think of what he had told me just a while ago.
As he was telling me about the celebration that was to come, he seemed to have grown a bit hesitant to speak anymore, and now he was simply staring out the window, his head leaned into his palm, his eyes lost in the endlessness of the sky. I felt abandoned here, while his thoughts fl
