Lord Kieran had lost count of how many monsters and night critters he had killed for the past three months since the castle of Helheim emerged from the dark abyss. He should feel proud for standing up for Aisgarth and its people, but he felt like dying slowly inside. He knew choosing his duty was the right thing to do, but his heart ached, knowing that his choice also meant betraying the woman he loved the most.
Every night, as he lay in his cold and empty bed, memories of their stolen moments together haunted him. The soft touch of her hand, the warmth of her laughter—all now distant echoes in his mind. Yet he couldn't help but wonder if Iris understood the sacrifice he had made for everyone and couldn't help but remember the days when she was in his arms.
