A tale of blood and sorrow

The long-awaited reunion happened at last, but Ezra’s situation had changed so drastically that he did not feel any joy. It was only a fleeting sense of relief calming his heart as he saw Tanya was in good health.

However, Count Gressil seemed troubled, and there was a sense of panic looming in the air.

The Count welcomed Ezra to drink a glass of ice-cold lemonade and then offered him some pastries prepared by his personal chef. But Ezra only took a few sips of the chilled beverage before putting his glass down.

“I am not in the mood to eat,” he said. “I’ve lost everything. My father is dead and my home is gone.”

“I am sorry for your loss, my Lord. I know words cannot console you, but perhaps you will take comfort in knowing that the king has promised to keep us safe,” Lady Tanya replied in a soft voice, doing her best to console Ezra. “Please do not give up on yourself. This tale will not end in despair.”

“I…have lost everything, my Lady,” Ezra replied, lowering his gaze. His downcas