Chapter 77. Come Back to Me, Come Back for Me (2)

There was nothing honorable or glorious about taking life on the whim of two men. The father, King Edward, lost to the grief of losing his wife and the son, Prince Dean, lost to the bloodlust. And the rest of them? Just lost, either on the battlefield or to the faces of the men and women they killed in the name of the king’s greed, his hunger for power.

Back then, her mother was her hero. Madz spearheaded the rise against King Edward. She and Troy brought the army of myth to the surface to put an end to the wars. Keira would have followed her to hell and back. They all would have. They all did. The cost was them. Love, blood, family, loyalty, humanity. Everything. What did they become? When did tomorrow become worthy of their souls? No more, can’t take anymore.

Come back to me. Come back for me, my hope, my peace.

Not for a king or country. Just him. There was a world in which the war was just for them. Where she fought with him for them like he was already