“You love her,” Queen Reyna said quietly, studying him. “The youngest of the Embervale sisters.” Torj struggled to swallow the lump in his throat, not meeting her gaze. “That doesn’t matter now.” The queen gave a sad smile. “You loved her then as you love her today, and will for all the days that come after. You will always love her. That is the only thing that matters, Bear Slayer.”
