His hate toyed with everything that was me.
Irvan had won.
He had no desires for me, only the crown.
I had no desire for him, yet the longing for my parent's loving story, their story to be my own, was now all a dream.
A fantasy I could never wake up from.
Leonidas had taken me to a guest room of his estate, seeing the black wolves' heads for door handles.
His castle was darker.
Red roses decorated the floor carpet, frames of roses and black wolves decorated as artwork on the walls, and black furniture with silver.
It was clear his castle had more black and silver for their clan's colors, not just to decorate the walls of his kingdom, a contrast of my white, gold, and grays.
It was fitting for the storm that held my now shattered heart.
It was warmly welcomed.
“Lou? Ar
