The ride to the palace had been shrouded in an unsettling silence, and the weight of their conversation lingered in the air.
Esme's mind was consumed by the daunting task of breaking the news to Donovan about the tragic loss of his own warriors. The thought of delivering such devastating news to him filled her with a deep sense of sorrow, and it lingered in her heart like a heavy burden.
Just what exactly was the true bearer made of? From what was exposed, he didn't seem to bear a mark, not even a single one. Considering how many years has passed since the true bearer existed, it must have given him more than enough time to wield the curse without facing the necessary consequences for his actions.
But… if the true bearer had been cursed for a long time, what were the odds that the ones who made him what he was were still alive? He would have gotten rid of them if they knew the best possible way to end him, wouldn't he?
