Rhydor's POV
Cold air clung to the stone walls of the chamber, but I barely felt it.
My whole focus was narrowed down to the woman floating silently in the space before me.
She rested right above the stone tomb, her body suspended just a few inches off the surface, hovering quietly in midair.
I stepped as close as the carved stone border allowed, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch her face.
I pressed my warm palms gently against the sides of her cool face, holding her with a level of care I had never shown anyone in my entire life.
Her dark eyelashes rested flat against her pale skin. Her lips were completely devoid of color.
She looked utterly peaceful lying there, so still and quiet that it cut through my chest like a dull blade.
It was an unnatural peace, far too quiet for someone who had once been so full of wild, stubborn fire.
Tears gathered in my eyes, spilling over my lashes to drip down onto her cold cheek.
