C428 THE INVITATION TO THE ALTAR

"He is not dead, Aria, he is simply locked away in his own mind," Elara whispered, her hand resting on the Young Prince’s chest.

Even in this deep, unnatural sleep, the Prince was a mountain of heat. The green glow had vanished from his skin, but he remained motionless on the stone floor of the ruins. Aria sat beside him, her fingers laced with his. His skin felt like sun-warmed marble