Malric's Pov

Weeks had passed.

Weeks since Verret's death.

Weeks since Celia's.

Weeks since everything shattered and somehow rebuilt itself again.

The kingdom had steadied. The air no longer felt as heavy as before. People laughed again, walked freely again. Life, as it always does, found its way back to normal.

Except for one thing.

Delilah and I... still hadn't talked.

Not properly.

The silence between us wasn't angry - just full. Full of things we hadn't said, full of moments we didn't know how to begin unraveling. Everywhere I went, I felt the weight of her absence in a way that tightened my chest.

So I finally told myself...