Edward was a sight. Over the months he had spent away, he had been so out of it, that his hairs had grown to touch his shoulders. There was a hint of stubble on his face as well, making him look ten times his actual age. Yet the Marquess managed to garner the attention of all the ladies, perhaps now more than ever.
But his sights were set for only one person, and she was not where he thought she would be. She was not at Velarys Dome.
"Her Grace now resides in the Moonveil Palace." Said Madeline, after she had met her brother outside the gates of the Women's Pavilion, standing there all alone like a lost puppy.
The words that left his sister's lips felt foreign to him, and he did not want to believe it. He had heard the news on his way as he rushed to make it back to Kaveria within four days without a break, but he told himself it was not true. Even in this moment, he told himself it was not true. Not until he saw it for himself.
