~Asher~

She was not moving anymore, and the sheer fear of losing her nearly drove me crazy. Aunt Claire was not budging on the fact that we were related, and she acted like a total stranger. Like she had not spent nearly all her younger days in this very palace, her eyes were cold and distant, as if being here alone was a painful reminder of all that she had lost. I felt for her, but I didn't have a choice.

We took a turn and entered the sacred tombstones that were reserved for only the ...