As we continue our journey, we’re all in quiet contemplation. Remnants of our conversation linger in my mind, and there is a lot to process. Being part of a prophecy is kind of a big deal, and it comes with massive responsibility. Try as I might, I can’t figure out why so much pain has to come with greatness. Sure, pain can motivate people and bring out hidden strength, but so can happiness. Why couldn’t I have followed the same path without having my heart ripped in two? If it was fate for me to give Kosta an heir, did he really have to sleep with Khalis while we were fully mated and risk the life of the promised heir?