This story will follow The Elf King Rathilion and Valindra.
“Or perhaps your frustration stems from elsewhere? Maybe there’s a woman who holds your heart already?” she probed.
I met her gaze, noting the slight smile on her lips and the sparkle of knowing in her eyes. She always saw through me.
“I often see Sarya in the hallways,” she remarked. “Sneaking in and out of your room.”
I averted my eyes. Sarya doesn't hold my heart, I mused as I drained the last of my wine.
“Or perhaps it’s a formidable queen you still think about?” she suggested, already aware of the answer.
“She’s already taken,” I admitted.
“Then look ahead,” she urged. “Not back.”
“I know I need to look forward. I understand what I must do, which is why I’m doing this.”
“You make it sound like you’re going to battle,
