VAELORA sighed as she adjusted her cloak, the wind still teasing strands of her hair as she walked alongside lady Callista, back to the foyer of the royal house.
They had just finished a satisfying horse riding competition, and Vaelora felt tad bit more lively than she had felt in days.
“I’m so sorry, Callista.” Vaelora said softly, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. “Draekon hasn’t been around… and I...” She paused, biting her lip. “I know it must feel awkward.”
Since their fight three nights ago, Draekon hadn’t been seen. He hadn’t slept in their chambers, hadn’t appeared in his study, not once in the hallways.
It was even more alarming when he failed to show up for the parliamentary meeting the previous day. Zayn had come to their chambers to ask after him. It was as though he knew
