Xaden knew that you’d would wake up alone today. He usually wouldn't go this far, but he couldn't stand the thought of you feeling lonely in the morning.

With a sigh, he knelt down and started to pick your favorite flowers from the forest floor. He planned to put them in your nightstand before he went to his meeting.

You’re Violet Sorrengail’s twin sister, both of you cursed with being fragile and your hair fading into silver at the ends, your mother, the general, a cold woman.