Cassian gripped the reins tightly as his horse galloped through the empty streets. Everyone was at his wedding, except him. His black and gold attire fluttered against the wind, but he paid no mind to the cold nor the biting air against his skin, it made him feel alive.
Annora's plans were not the only ones coming to fruition.
Every clatter of his horse's hooves against the cobblestone was a step closer to his final victory. A victory he had meticulously crafted from the shadows, moving his pieces in secrecy, ensuring that everything would fall into place exactly as he desired.
His icy blue eyes flickered toward the streets he passed, taking in the familiar sights of a city that had been the backdrop of countless memories—memories that all led back to her.
The small bridge over the river where Adeline once threw stones in frustration, ranting about something trivial.
