The atmosphere in the Autumn Court war chamber was suffocating, as the decision weighed heavily on General Theron's chest. He stood in the shadows with the candlelight flickering over his face, his thoughts swirled with that of Lady Violet, her beauty, her soft laughter and the way her eyes shone with love.
Something he could not easily forget, something his heart beat unsteadily at the thought of her.
She was the reason, he was on the verge of making an important decision that could turn the tides of war.
Queen Arabella sat at the head of the table her presence commanding attention in the chamber. Her gaze bore into him and she knew what he was hiding and what he was struggling with. Her eyes narrowed even more as she read him like an open book.
"You need to make a choice, General," Arabella's voice was low and calculated.
