Nyla’s POVToday's sky was kind. The clouds moved slowly, as if they were too exhausted to travel quickly. Observing the kingdom's workers below, I stood on the High Tower's balcony. Across the fields, laughing resounded, stones were piled, and hammers struck wood.We were starting over. Following the conflict. Following Fenris, after everything.Mira, my friend and trustworthy healer, approached me and said, "Queen Nyla." "The eastern walls are nearly complete."I smiled. That's excellent. People must be safe. They require hope.Mira gave a nod. "And you? How are you?I turned my head away, heart clenched. "I'm making an effort," I said. Killian hasn't said much yet. He isn't the same person.Mira touched me on the shoulder. He was in danger of dying. And returned. Sometimes we lose a piece of ourselves in the process."I understand," I said. However, there's more to him than simply pain. It feels a little different.I could see Killian down below. He was by himself, staring at nothi
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