Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content [18+]
Zayden paced down the hallway toward his quarters, his strides long and restless. It had been the first time he had returned to the capital within such a short span of time.
The palace felt narrower than he remembered—its gilded walls closing in, every corridor filled with memories he would have rather left buried.
Perhaps it was because of that monster on which his younger sister's scent lingered. He simply couldn't stop thinking about her whereabouts.
His fingers curled unconsciously at his side, recalling what she had done to him.
He had thought distance would dull the ache. That time, war, and responsibility would turn the capital into nothing more than a place on a map. Yet the moment his boots touched its polished floors, his body had remembered before his mind could stop it.
The capital had a way of reminding him who he had once been and what he had abandoned.
And who it still expected him to be.
