Shadows stretched long and heavy in Aziel's living room, swallowing the corners of the space until only the faint silhouette of the furniture remained. He sat motionless on the edge of the couch as the dim light from the streetlamp outside cast a dull glow across his features. His elbows rested heavily on his knees, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles ticked in his cheek. His fingers were tightly clasped together, his knuckles turning white from the sheer pressure of his grip.
He was completely lost in the suffocating load of his own thoughts. The silence of the house was deafening. It matched the grim reality that had settled over him since the incident. He didn't even know her name. It was an agonizing truth that burned in his chest. All he knew was her scent, the undeniable pull of her presence, and the singular, undeniable fact that she belonged to the Aldrith bloodline. Was she Theon's sister? His cousin? The lack of answers was driving him insane.
