Lyra's POV
The thought of Caelum heading to the battlefield twisted my stomach into knots. I couldn't shake the dread that something terrible might happen to him out there.
Sure, he was the king with elite protection, and Caelum could handle himself better than most. But war was unpredictable. No one could promise complete safety when swords were drawn and blood was spilled.
"You don't need to worry, my queen, I am sure the king will be fine," Vera said, her voice gentle as she tried to ease my anxiety.
I'd just shared the news about his decision with them. It wasn't classified information anyway—the whole kingdom would know soon enough, so telling my friends seemed harmless.
But Genevieve and Vera's reassurances did nothing to quiet the storm in my chest. I needed my mate close, where I could see him, touch him, know he was safe.
