Artemisia

I stare at the fire as the flames rise to the sky with a cracking noise.

Wiping another tear from my cheek, I hug Cayden’s arm tighter as he has his gaze fixed on the empty shell of his dead brother’s body that signals the end of his burial.

Logan and Hendrick are standing close to me as well, while Fynn is nowhere to be seen.

I already heard a few mean tongues whispering about this.

They must be thinking that he's the usual asshole.

Cold and unforgiving.

But in reality, ...