the crownore patriarch stops, turning eyes of moon upon the girl. his breath frosted in the air between the two, the distance suffocating.
his thoughts are sharpened at the sight of her.
his narrowing stare heavy with frost and recognition. his niece is there, here, perched like a raven on stone, voice dipped in sweet mockery. her shape etched in black and pale snow. adonis stifles a sound of annoyance.
“kaedra," he exhales her name upon his lips.
blood calls to blood, even when it should be drowned.