Thane Drogos

Seeing Evelyn again, after an excruciating month, felt like coming up for air. I had been dragged beneath the waves, smothered in darkness and icy water, fighting my way back up to the surface.

Then I saw her.

In a white dress that didn’t suit her at all, a shawl over her shoulders, hiding all of her skin. Her face was hidden from me behind her veil. She marched down the aisle to a man that wasn’t me. A man that didn’t deserve her.

Richard wore a ...