"Your Majesty, Emperor Cathain De Valerian Valentino!!!!"
The voice thundered through Cathain's mind, reverberating like a distant echo from a past he could never escape.
Emperor Cathain De Valerian Valentino
A violent shiver ran down Cathain's spine, goosebumps rising across his skin as he whipped around in the darkness, searching desperately for the source. But there was no one.
No matter how far he ran, this darkness had no end.
His breath quickened, chest rising and falling as memories clawed their way to the surface, unrelenting and merciless.
Eleanora.
Falling...
Her slender fingers reaching—so close.
Their fingertips brushed, but he had failed to grasp her hand in time.
His heart clenched as he saw her tumble down the grand staircase, her body twisting, rolling—until she lay at the bottom, unmoving, a crimson pool spreading beneath her as they lost their first child.
Her screams.
The gut-wrenching agony as she lost their second child.
And then—
His own blade.
