Chapter 2: Keepsakes
>>Aelin
Dread began to consume me as soon as it was made official that Draegon was to leave as the commander of the troops. There was no voting done or thoughts given when it came to it. Draegon was chosen because he is the son of a concubine and it wouldn't matter if he didn't come back.
The little warmth in my heart was filled with fear once again. I didn't want to be alone in this place. Dravos was a demon kingdom and I was to stay at a demon palace because even though he had no standing, Draegon was still a demon prince.
And to be the sole human surrounded by big terrifying demons was eating me up. My family didn't send a single attendant with me, I was all on my own.
I ran towards the bedroom, our bedroom.
No one had cared for me, or offered me words like Draegon had. No one had ever made a promise to me to take care of me, and that they'd keep me safe like he had. And that was the reason why his words began to seep into my mind and I chose to believe him, despite him being a demon.
But now he's leaving? My heart ached as I opened the door to our bedroom.
Did the promise he made not matter to him?
The moment I closed the door behind me, I pressed my back against it, my breath coming in shaky gasps. My heart raced, and my hands trembled as I clenched the folds of my dress. I wasn't sure if it was the looming fear of what lay ahead or the suffocating dread of staying behind in this palace filled with demons that left me on edge.
Draegon stood across the room, his towering figure illuminated by the dim light of the setting sun spilling through the window. He was fastening the straps of his armor, the sharp metallic clicks echoing in the stillness.
I pursed my lower lip