Lorraine's POV
I stepped closer to Kieran, my eyes still fixed on the crimson flag flapping mockingly above the castle spire. That blood-colored emblem felt like a knife driven into the heart of everything he once was.
And maybe... everything I was beginning to fight for too.
I turned to him, the question spilling out before I could stop it. "What are we going to do now?"
Kieran didn't look at me right away.
He stared up at the corrupted crest of his family, something dark flickering in his eyes, hurt, betrayal, fury. But behind all of that, there was something heavier... something hollow. He looked like someone who had just lost another piece of himself.
"We wait," he said finally, voice low and tense.
"Wait?" I asked, confused.
