"I thought I told you I do not want to see you here," Zoan spelled out harshly, glaring at his brother who was looking down from the tall fence of the palace. While Zoan was sitting on one of the branches of the old and leafless tree again, Aragon was on the ground looking down intensely at the world that was stretched out below them.
He couldn't get some sleep after everything, so here he was. All he could think of was Raziah's health and the baby. Together with what the old King had told him, he was very uneasy. Raziah turned twenty-four a few months ago, which means she only has about half a year left to live.
But why? Why was fate so cruel? Is that the price to pay for her kind? Just like Vampires are blessed with powers humans can only imagine, but the only default is they cannot come out in the sun.
But why does hers have to be death?
