There was something about him which made her heart squeeze. He looked like he was broken beyond words. His long hair was gone, his clothes looked dishevelled and his eyes ..
Those eyes broke her.
.
He was a far cry from the Cedric beside her and the one who just burst into the church. He didn't look anything close to the might prince, and more importantly, he wasn't wearing a mask..
She recognised that face, it was her Cedric, but what happened that he became this way? What broke him so much?
"Who are you? What do you want?" Cedric, beside Abrielle's side, asked. He reached out for his sword and unsheathed it.
His jaws rolled, his eyes were bloodshot. Abrielle could read into him. They were the only ones here who knew the person at the door was Cedric. No one had seen his face for 10 years before he was sent to his first war at the age of 13.
