In the palace's highest tower, Aryan sat with his back to the window. "Go away," his voice was cold and dry. "Don't you love your life?"
Ishani didn't stop. She went closer and lit a lamp on the ground. "To heal, one must see the wound, Prince. I'm not afraid of turning into stone, I'm afraid of seeing a human being suffer." Aryan turned for the first time, and Ishani's fearless eyes shook his loneliness.