"I would send for Xenia to be with you. " Lyra left her as she went in search for Xenia, the palace maids were held captive and Xenia was too.
The palace courtyard was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder.
The sky darkened, clouds swirling ominously overhead. As if on cue, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The heavens seemed to weep as rain began to fall, a cold, relentless downpour that matched Reina's grief.
She looked up at the sky, tears mingling with raindrops on her cheeks. She knew the old tales—the belief that thunder was the sound of the goddess moving souls to the afterlife. Was this the goddess' way of marking Lorcan's passing?
The rain poured relentlessly, soaking Reina to the bone as she cradled her husband's lifeless body.
