Niawen!

I’m coming, Kenrik. I’m coming. I attempted to not sob, however his feelings have been crushing. He was overwhelming my senses. One thing was terribly fallacious with him.

I slid from below Caedryn’s arm. I tiptoed to the door. With one look again to verify Caedryn was slumbering, I left the room.

I can’t see you. The place are you? Your mild is veiled. I felt panicked. Kenrik was hidden from me, and he wanted me. He was in ache—as if he have been dying.

I might hear his voice calling solely my identify. He didn’t reply my pleas extra particularly.

Suppose. Suppose. I proceeded to the primary ground, outdoors the primary corridor. He’s invisible, as if he’s cloaked. Oh. I stumbled in opposition to the wall, utilizing it for help as my legs gave out.

He’s cloaked. He’s cloaked.

I exploit my darkness.

I shook my head. I grabbed a tapestry and pulled myself again to my toes.

He’s CLOAKED.

No.

My coronary heart shattered into 1,000,000 items.

Ask Caedryn.

What would he do if somebody tried to take me away?

Whose blood was actually on his shirt? Not Rapion’s. Not Rapion’s.

Oh, no no no.

I groped my manner down the corridor, trying to find the citadel’s depths. The best way down. Stairs. Stairs that might take me to a dungeon. The place prisoners have been stored. The place Caedryn would punish somebody till he bled.

Kenrik’s cloaked. Cloaked. Cloaked.

Gentle was religious. Kenrik’s mild was cloaked. I couldn’t discern it. He wasn’t lifeless. He was unseen.

Greater than sufficient blood. An excessive amount of blood on Caedryn’s fingers.

Caedryn got here to assert me.

Ought to I be jealous? he had requested.

He’d felt threatened.

I do know King Sieffre has two sons who’ve been very attentive to you.

After Caedryn beat up the prisoner, he got here for me. To guarantee himself that I used to be his. To put aside his misgivings, his fears that I may need a wandering coronary heart. He was a idiot. A silly idiot.

I descended a set of stairs. Chilly swept up my naked legs and brushed my backbone.

Cloaked.

I’ll discover you.

Don’t be Kenrik. Please. The reality will destroy me. Please don’t be Kenrik.

I might mislead myself all I needed. I might beg.

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