Micah’s POV I don't know for how long I sit there, clutching Fiona's cold body to my chest. The world around me is a blur, and I feel as if all my emotions have been drained, leaving behind a numb, empty shell. Colin comes and stands before me, his eyes reflecting deep sorrow and understanding. I
Something deep in my heart tells me, this gamble would succeed. And between me and Fiona, the choice would always be her. When I open my eyes again, my decision is made. I pick up the nearest fallen sword and without a moment’s hesitation, thrust it into my chest. I stop my body from healing and
Third POV In the humid and suffocating dungeon cells of the Warpaw kingdom, Rowena rages with hysteria. Her once perfectly manicured nails now marred, she slams the cold iron bars, creating a cacophony that echoes through the damp, stone walls. Her screams reverberate, piercing the stillness of the
Leah, still sobbing on the dungeon floor, looks up at Rowena with a mixture of betrayal and disbelief. "How could you, Rowena? I thought we were in this together." Rowena, unfazed by Leah's accusatory gaze, smirks. "Survival requires sacrifice, Leah. I won't let myself be dragged down by someone e
Fiona’s POV The great hall of Alastair Palace gleams with grandeur as I stand beside Micah, my heart pounding in anticipation of the coronation ceremony. The air is charged with a mixture of reverence and excitement as the wolves of Alastair gather, their eyes fixed on the magnificent throne where
When I feel like I cannot breathe, he gazes into my eyes with an intensity that sends my heart racing. "You drive me crazy," he whispers, his breath warm against my lips. I grin mischievously, enjoying the effect I have on him. "Well, that’s how it should be." I tease, running my fingers through h
Micah’s POV Colin eyes me critically, a perpetual frown etched on his face as he adjusts my tie for what feels like the hundredth time. "I think you need to fix this," he says, his voice a mix of irritation and concern. I can't help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow at him in amusement. Since when
Finally, to the tune of a beautiful melody, a little girl emerges. Clutching a basket of flowers, she charmingly scatters them along the path as she walks toward me. She's a breathtaking sight, a miniature version of her mother, and my heart swells with pride as I take her in. My stunning daughter