Mark by Destiny.
There are many things that were never said, many wrongs that cannot be undone — but perhaps forgiveness, even now, can heal what hatred destroyed.
Your sister always,
Ravena.
When she sealed the letter, a tear had already smudged part of her handwriting. She handed it to Kaelen, who stood silently by the door.
He looked at her — tired, pale, but resolute — and nodded. “I’ll send it with the fastest messenger. Moonspire will have it by sunset.”
“Thank you,” she said softly.
Kaelen pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before turning away. Ravena sat back beside her mother, whispering a prayer under her breath — Moon Goddess, let mercy find us before death does.