CHAPTER FORTY THREE

ALARIC’S POV

After hours of meetings that drained the marrow from my bones, and voices clashing over the kingdom’s welfare, all I wanted was her. The council chamber had emptied, torches dimmed, and the palace was now quiet except for the guards moving to and fro to keep it safe

But Elara was not here.

I looked out of my chambers, it was dark already. Dinner had long gone cold. I had sent the servants away, insisting I would eat later, insisting I would wait. I ...