Sitting at the corner of her bed, Ashlyn gently leaned against the wall, a turbulent storm of emotions brewing in her mind.
Her uncle was dead... the news reached her early in the morning just when she was about to set off to meet her friends before visiting the forge.
Her father... Damian Levaith had called her to his room and explained the situation in more detail.
Remembering the conversation, Ashlyn couldn't help but close her eyes to control the tears that were a moment away from flowing across her face.
Knock. Knock.
The consistent knocks brought Ashlyn out of her thoughts, as she shifted her focus towards the door.
"Come... in"
The words were difficult for her to utter, but Ashlyn somehow managed it.
Thinking that it must have been the maids sent by her father to inform her to get ready in order to receive the body of her uncle, Ashlyn was about to get up from her bed—
"Hey."
