Ava’s POV
I sat in Arthur’s chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the table while the council talked about the Queen’s people and their latest attacks.
A faint smile playing on my lips, mostly a smile to cover up my sadness. What's more painful is that we still haven't found Arthur's body.
It felt like I owed him or something, it felt like his soul was still calling out for me, each time I closed my eyes, the only images I saw were Arthur's, crying for help or running away from someone or something.
I didn't know whether they were just nightmares but they felt real. Too real to be called dreams but unfortunately I always wake up to the sad reality that my husband was dead.
“Ava,” Elder Rowan tapped his fingers on the table, drawing my attention to him. “Are you okay? You looked flushed.”
I forced a smile, using the back of my hands to clean my cheeks. “I'm fine,” I reassured him, turning my attention back to the elders who were still talking.
The queen's people had been attacking
