Kieran had come back to the palace hours ago but he still smelt like blood and smoke.

He hadn’t told her yet.

He had gone to Lyra's room but she was asleep, she looked peaceful as she peeked in. She was asleep... Her body was covered with blankets, her hair on the pillow.

He wanted to tell her about the attack to see her reaction, to share the burden of what he'd seen but something stopped him. She'd gone through enough pain she at least deserves a peaceful night.

“Tomorrow I'll ...