Thane Drogos

I never considered Evelyn wouldn’t want to go home. How could she choose the life forced upon me when she had so much waiting for her in Avalon?

Then it began to make sense.

A pretty cage is still a cage. And Evelyn’s wings were meant to fly.

When I didn’t answer her right away, she started to ramble, twisting one of her locks in her fingers. She went on and on about how much she could offer me. Maybe she could be a ...