Ivan
"Where is she?!" I broke the cup in front of me, unable to take the pain anymore.
I'd only agreed to come home under the condition they help me find Valen. How long has it been? Years? Decades? I'd lost count a long time ago. Every hour was like a month, and every day a year. So, using that calendar meant thousands of years had passed since I'd seen her.
"You need to set your search aside for now," My mother urged, watching as the servant cleaned the spilled wine and cup from the floor. "The Oskoreia are here. It's important that we show them hospitality and that you show that you are a strong king."
"I don't care about the hunters!" I snarl, Fenris on the surface of my thoughts. The growl in my voice reminded everyone what I'd become. "I returned because you said there was a way to find her!"
