Nameless watched as his sister, Princess Khillian, retreated back toward the inn. The reunion had been unexpected, and yet he could have never imagined it ending the way it did.
Even so, he didn't regret his decisions. He had no faith in reclaiming the throne, nor in igniting a war that would once again ravage the kingdom. In the brief span of time, he had found himself diverging from three different paths—three different people. It was the price he chose to pay for pursuing immortality in peace.
Still, as he stood there, a fleeting thought crept into his mind. *Was it worth it?* The question lingered, if only for a moment, before he quickly brushed it aside.
A sudden sensation snapped him from his thoughts. A hand rested on his chest from behind, the touch familiar—the slender, pale fingers with perfectly sharp nails unmistakable.
