Chapter 43

Eleanor felt her knees buckle under her, her chest feeling strangely constricted. The tears flowed even harder, and she brought her knees to wrap around her. Her hands in her hair. It hurt. It was strange, but it hurt. Badly.

But it was selfish too. Like the way she had hurt Conaan all through, but felt weirdly abandoned mow. She felt strangely...heartbroken.

Conaan's eyes thinned as he watched the moon. It was alone, the night blanketed in a darkness far too bleak for the stars. And it felt the same with his heart.

He closed his eyes, sniffing a little. It helped with the tears sometimes, through the years, but not tonight. Tonight he felt like he had just gotten his heart broken all over again.

"You should give her time."

He sighed, already knowing the voice. "How much more?"

Meredith shrugged as she walked forward, then extended her hand to hold to the railing of the round floating hut. It was located in the large royal gardens, and it was Conaan's p