Dex had been there, bound to Achaz Kingdom. His off-white hair curving up over his shoulders, soft and feathery. Wait, no. That hadn’t been right. That part had been wrong, but he’d been there. That was still strange. Even if he’d been claimed early, what was he doing in the private manor of the Achaz Lord? I have not spent the last twenty years in this forgotten realm only to fail now. Forgotten. The realm was forgotten. She was forgotten.
