[ Loraven ]
It was the morning of Selvin's and Osian's departure. They were leaving at first light with King Thalinal and his guards. The evening before, Loraven remained with Selvin despite her mother's warnings. Leaving him was more challenging than she initially thought it would be.
That night they didn't even take advantage of each other's bodies. They cuddled and spoke of anything and everything. It was more intimate than removing their clothes. Only Selvin was able to break down the icy walls she'd built. Only Selvin was the one to see how she really was.
It was the last she would see of him. Loraven knew that. Though she had no intention of marrying Prince Theoden of the wild fae, she knew Selvin had to marry another. Even thinking about it caused a ripping feeling in her chest, like her heart was being pulled apart. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before.
