The air inside the palace had never felt more suffocating. Zara sat in her chambers, fingers clenching the edge of the table, her heart racing. Lady Vaelor's words rang in her mind, a brutal truth she couldn't shake.
"Erythian's body has been found." The words echoed like a thunderclap in her ears, but they were followed by something far more chilling.
"Brace yourself, Your Majesty. It is not a sight you will ever forget. It is not the Erythian you once knew."
The news hit Zara like a physical blow, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. Erythian. Her one true love. The man she had mourned and grieved for so long, whose body had never been returned to her.
Now, they had found him, but the sight of him... was it as cruel and twisted as Lady Vaelor made it sound?