The Lycan Queen sat by her window, the late king's shirt clutched tightly against her chest. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, her fingers trembling as memories of her and the king replayed over and over before her eyes.
"You made a promise." She whispered as a memory of their last night at the ball came floating through her mind. It was quickly replaced by the one from a few hours ago when he made a vow that he was going to return, and she had told him that she would kill him the second time if he lost his life in battle.
