Thalia's POVWe barged into the throne room, and almost instantly, the memory of that day hit me like a wave.The cold, unforgiving floor beneath my feet, the weight of silver shackles biting into my wrists. The burning hatred in his voice – Get her out of my sight.I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as my gaze drifted toward the throne.And there he was.Ronan stood tall, his presence commanding even in stillness. He was speaking to Aedric, his expression unreadable, his focus entirely elsewhere. Yet my eyes couldn’t leave him.His long black hair was messier than usual, wild strands falling over his forehead. Blood marred his armor, streaks of crimson standing stark against the dark metal.His red eyes, the ones I used to get lost in, were cold. Empty.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as a sudden, crushing wave of emotions threatened to consume me.My hand clamped around my mouth, my teeth biting on the flesh in a bid to force myself not to break down right t
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