Three months.
Three months since Daemon had seized our castle and taken our children hostage.
Three months of living in exile in this foreign castle while we desperately tried to find a way to get them back.
Three months of waking up every morning wondering if today was the day he'd hurt them just to prove he could.
I stood at the window of our borrowed chambers, staring at nothing. The sun was rising but I barely noticed. Sleep had become impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Arianna and Marcus. Saw them crying for us. Saw them wondering why we'd abandoned them.
"You need to eat something," Kael said from behind me. His voice was hollow. He'd aged years in these three months. We both had.
"I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten in two days. You're going to make yourself sick."
"I don't care."
"I care. The children need you alive and healthy when we get them back. Not starved and weak."
