THE ROYAL CHAMBERS
The air in Aidan's chamber is cold filled with the weight of what just happened.
Griselda stands before him, her hands soaked in blood. It drips from her fingers against the polished stone on the floor. Her mind is filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions that leaves her feeling so hollow.
Aidan leans against her legs, his presence heavy and silent. He clutches at his stomach readjusting while chuckling, though in pain.
His coat is growing darker with the blood that now spills freely from him. His eyes, clouded with love and pain are fixed on her. His gaze piercing through her and shattering the cold mask she had so carefully pit on.
"Culver?" he groans. The name lingering on his lips.
His hand, slick with blood, reaches for her skin. His touch, affectionate and longing to feel her skin. He is not fighting, nor raging, and cursing her. He is simply looking at her, searching for the girl he fell in love with, the girl he knows is still there.
