The ruined castle's hall stood still under the artificial moonlight as broken pillars cast elongated shadows across the cracked stone.
Ivy crept through shattered windows, curling over the remnants of long-lost grandeur.
In the middle of it all sat Alex, his back resting against a scorched throne, legs casually crossed. The fire crackled in the hearth behind him—one of the few signs of life in the desolate ruin.
Beside him stood two women—Maleshia and Natasha. They were quiet and docile, their gazes vacant as if searching for something that had been taken away.
Because it had.
All their memories of Keryu, their love, and their pasts—gone.
Alex had ensured it. And now, they were here, not as lovers to a dead man but as two women with strength, purpose, and no lingering attachments.
They were clean slates, ready for a new beginning.
