In another life. Cadeyrn can still hear her soft voice speak those words to him. His lovely, lovely bride. Her voice was a song that he learned the lyrics of

He swore he wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t look for you just because he caught a glimpse. Just because you look like her. You aren’t her.

You’re human, there’s no way you could compare to the fae he was mad for. The woman he lost in a battle two hundred years ago. Still, his eyes are trained on you and the movement of your wrists.