Staring at her grave, tears glittered in his eyes even now.
He’d lost count of how many enemies had fallen to his blade, how many that swore allegiance to those that had taken her life he’d ended.
Yet she still lay in the cold unforgiving ground.
Uncertainty knotted his stomach.
She’d been dead and gone more than ten summers, yet he still felt her pain. Her torment.
The poison must have been pure agony.
Her soul had not passed.