Draven's POV
I buried myself in work because work was the only thing that didn't ask me why I was hurting.
Before sunrise, I was already in the training grounds, and by the time the first light reached the mountain peaks, sweat had soaked through my shirt. I pushed myself harder than necessary because exhaustion was easier to handle than the silence waiting for me in our chambers.
Seraphina wasn't there.
Her side of the bed remained untouched, and every morning when I woke, my hand instinctively reached toward the empty space before I remembered that she had moved back to her old chambers.
I hated that empty space. I hated how much I missed her.
After training, I showered, changed into clean clothes, and went straight to breakfast, although I barely touched the food. Her chair sat ac
