The storms did not waver in the days to come, but the raging howls of winds did ease with each waxing of the moon. Rains continued to fall relentlessly, sometimes and wild whispers and sometimes like soft drizzles.
And Nesrin found herself confined within a royal chamber, heart slowly dying in the fleeting moments where she thought about Izekiel and couldn't arrive at any conclusion.
Then her conflict would weigh even more as she thought about the empress. What did Lillian lack? She carried the most power in the empire, even...even the emperor favored her. Nesrin could tell he did.
Or else he wouldn't have allowed Nesrin to be confined.
But what is it that Lillian could want?
The key could no longer work.
