ZAYN hadn't been able to stay in Vexley keep for more than a few days. He had to return to Iron-Vale to ensure that things were stable.
Vaelora had looked and seemed better than she was two weeks ago. She had covered so much pace in getting in touch with her magic abilities, and he knew that was the only thing keeping her sane.
After his carriage rode through the gates of the Royal House and came to a stop in the courtyard, he alighted and made his way toward the entrance of the Royal House.
Then suddenly, for no reason, he halted his steps and looked towards the Lunar Sanctum, the feeling of longing and guilt attacking him furiously.
When Vaelora had asked about Draekon, he told her he was still confined and hadn't gotten any better. But that was a lie.
In truth, he couldn't actua
