PRESENT DAY:
Lysander rolled off the bed.
The movement was abrupt, restless, and irritated. He landed on his feet and immediately dragged a hand down his face.
Sleep had abandoned him hours ago.
Not that he expected it to stay. His thoughts had become unbearable lately. Lysander exhaled sharply.
The room remained dark around him, and the fire had burned low. The estate beyond the walls remained silent.
His eyes drifted toward the bathroom.
It was empty now. His eyes toward the chair she had occupied earlier, and it was also empty.
A strange feeling settled inside his chest. He felt annoyed at the sight of the empty seat.
Lysander walked toward the window.
The moment he reached it, more presistent memories followed.
His jaw tightened.
He never forgot her. Not once, and not for a single day. Not even after he returned to the fae realm.
Not even after decades, and not even after centuries.
