«It was an honor to meet you, my Queen.» Galadir held out his hand.
In front of that gesture, Morwen's watchful expression covered her desperation.
I beg you, hold my hand. May me feel for the last time your skin on mine.
Galadir begging her in his thoughts.
Morwen stared at the boy's hand, stretched out to her.
Don't do it, don't.
«Even for me,» she said simply, tightening their fingers at those of Galadir.
A powerful shock is transmitted to both at the exact moment when their hands met.
It was a constant flashbacks.
Their first meeting. Their first glance. The dance. The first kiss. The explosion of their love that occurred in the course that night.
