Cedric froze slightly. Then realization crossed his face. There has only been one incident nine years ago, that's great enough to cause that much bloodshed. The amusement slowly faded from his face.
"The Sundering Cataclysm…" he said quietly.
Daeron's grin widened.
"Yes."
For a brief moment, the prince turned his gaze toward the banquet hall again.Toward the beautiful dark-haired woman seated elegantly among the royals and nobles.
Lady Selene or rather…Seraphielle.High Priestess of the Vale.
The very same woman who had stood beside him amidst fire, screaming soldiers, and collapsing towers while Valkoron burned beneath the wrath of witches.
The same woman who had slaughtered royal knights in pursuit of one thing.
The Heart of Nythralis.
Gods.
How utterly ironic...The irony truly was magnificent.
Daeron could almost imagine Seraphielle's expression once she learned the relic might finally be within reach again.
