After Izan left to attend to palace matters, Elian found himself wandering aimlessly around his chambers, his mind restless and heavy. The weight of Izan's revelation about Orion still pressed against his chest, an unshakable presence that demanded his attention.
Eventually, he drifted to the balcony, drawn by the promise of fresh air and a moment of solitude.
The view of the sprawling gardens below did little to soothe him. The twilight sky painted the world in hues of gold and lavender, but Elian barely noticed. He leaned against the marble railing, his hands gripping the cool stone as his thoughts spiraled inward.
The idea of having a relative, someone who shared his blood, felt surreal. He tried to focus on the positive, but the memories from his past life clawed its way to the forefront of his mind, refusing to be ignored.
He thought back to his childhood in his past life, a period marked by cold indifference and loneliness.
