_Kaelen’s POV_
The wedding night was supposed to mean something.
That was what I had told myself, in the weeks leading up to it, that once everything was formalized, once the ceremony was done and the dissolution was behind us and the new chapter had officially begun, things would settle. The restlessness would stop. The specific discomfort that had been living in my chest since Rowena walked out of the banquet hall would find somewhere else to be.
It hadn’t.
I was sitting in the chair by the window with a glass of whiskey I had been working on for two hours, which meant I was drinking slowly and deliberately, which meant I was trying to stay functional enough to think clearly and failing at the goal anyway.
The room was so quiet, thankfully.
Virella had gone to prepare
