Learning the brutality of Izaak's past had left Melody's heart heavy with sorrow. She had fought to hold back her tears in his presence, not wanting to burden him with her emotions or make him feel responsible for her sadness. Yet now, as she sat in the stillness of her chamber, the weight of it all became too much to bear.
She wiped away the tears that slipped down her cheeks, her fingers trembling slightly as she sat near the window, bathed in the soft glow of the crescent moonlight.
It was in these quiet moments, away from Izaak's gaze, that her sorrow poured out without any restraint. She couldn't stop thinking about everything he had endured, the betrayals, yet he never stopped loving.
