There was no tombstone yet. The soil was bare and fresh, clearly newly dug. Raavi sets the lamp she brought, crouching down in the process as she presses her hand on the ground. The feel of the dirt made her shiver, thinking of the man who rests underneath it. The bile in her throat added to her struggle, and she tried to control herself by taking deep breaths to steady herself. Surrounded with eerie silence, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl or the rustle of leaves caught in a nocturnal breeze, Raavi’s heart thudded, aware of the wrongness that she has threaded the cemetery without anyone to guard her.
It was a struggle for her to get the perfect timing to escape Neveah’s watchful eye, but she managed to do so when she retreated to the King’s chambers and the woman believes that
