Elowen’s POV On the way out of the throne room, I decided to follow my brother so I could talk to him. I needed to calm him down before his anger led to something worse. Once we reached his chambers and the doors closed behind us, I turned toward him and immediately knelt. “Elowen—“ "Please brother," I said, my voice breaking before I could even finish the thought. "Please calm down. I never wanted it to come to this." He stared down at me, still breathing hard, his knuckles raw and bleeding from the fight, fury still visible beneath his skin but something shifted the instant he saw me kneeling, his expression cracking open into something far more fragile. "Get up," he said softly, reaching for my hands. "Elowen, stand up please." "I'm sorry," I whispered, letting him pull me to my feet. "Sorry for what?" he asked, his voice sharpening. "For what Garrick did to you? Because none of that was your fault." "For not telling you," I said. "For letting you find out the wa
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