Six months had slipped away in the demon realm, but to Cassian, it felt as though centuries had stretched before his eyes. Time here was strange, every passing day carrying the weight of eternity.
And still, there was no news of the Supreme Lord. No shadow of his presence to ease the restless ache inside Cassian's chest.
At first, Cassian had thought he could endure the wait. He had told himself that patience was a virtue, that sooner or later, the man for whom he had given up everything would surely return.
But now… now the silence was unbearable. Every corner of the palace seemed haunted by his absence. Every hallway Cassian walked through, every balcony where the wind curled around his hair, every chamber filled with gilded emptiness. He searched, always searched, imagining how it would feel when he finally caught sight of him again.
