The hunt

Aelar had died in my arms. No one could have matched my grief that day, except perhaps for the king. While I had lost my lover, he had lost a son. A month later we held his funeral. Another month passed and the king wished to speak with me before I returned to Ulvenguard. "Mr.Cr- No. You are a friend and ally to my people. I should address you as such, Shane. My friend, I know you deeply loved my son, as much as he had for you." I didn't respond. 

"I am fully aware that you are still grieving, and likely wish to harm Lady Amberheart. Seek vengeance upon her, though I do not blame you, I will ask that you refrain from doing so." I looked at him with seething anger in my eyes.