I AM THE ONLY PERSON THE VILLAIN CANNOT KILL
The Room That Was Ours
Kael Draven had burned three villages to ash in his grief, and none of it had brought her back.
He stood now in the golden room, the one with the high windows and the fire that had once crackled warm against the cold, and found that the fire had gone out days ago, and no one had thought to light it again. The broken book still sat on the shelf, spine cracked from being read too many times. The third floorboard from the window still creaked when he crossed it, the way it always had, the way she had always laughed about, calling it the room's only honest voice.