Rowan’s POV
The moonlight shone through the tall windows of my room. The world outside was quiet, but inside, my mind roared with noise.
I sat at my desk, an untouched candle flickering beside me, the flame swaying like a heartbeat.
The ink on my fingers had dried hours ago, but I kept writing, the pages before me a mess of tangled words, confessions I could never speak aloud.
I had decided, there was no need to fight for the crown.
The goddess had cursed me from the moment I drew breath. The second son. The shadow trailed behind his brothers. The reminder of what Father lost the night we were born.
My hand shook as I wrote, the quill scraping harshly against the parchment.
The curse is already eating me alive.
I could feel it, like a slow rot beneath my skin. Ever since Father di
