Derya stared out the window at the treeline so close to the castle, missing the forest, running free in her wolf form, and just being. Almost three months passed since she crossed the veil, but it seemed like a lifetime.
Argana had not yet returned, and almost a month had passed. She missed Ninive, Bailey, and Troy so much, and although she had settled into her new role as a ruling princess, it felt like going through the motions.
Andor entered the room, approached her, hugged her from behind, and kissed her shoulder. Despite the shortness of their marriage, she could not imagine life without him, which concerned her. Not that it should, considering the world could end at any moment.