A huge deathly still hall, a stone platform surrounded by flowers, no healers or servants in sight…
Why was Morpheus not lying on a comfortable mattress inside his own home…?
Draven could feel what she was feeling, but he continued to take her towards the stone platform. Each step felt heavy as if a weight was tied to her ankles, dragging her back. She even had the urge to turn around and run away.
"Draven…?" Ember looked at the man with moist eyes, wanting to hear but at the same time fearing to hear the truth.
The red-eyed man turned away from her sorrowful gaze.
At this point, Agraleus was bringing Aureus with him outside to give Ember privacy and they were heading for the door. Aureus had no reaction, but the gray eagle forced out a thin smile at the sight of the trembling human girl.
"Morph, he will be… pleased to know you visited, Lady Ember."
