ZINA
When Daemon begrudgingly finally left her that morning for the council meeting, Zina stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror.
The woman that stared back at her was nothing like the woman who spent a year mourning her mother at the temple. This woman looked… alive. Eyes filled and brimming with so much happiness and fulfillment.
Tears welled up in her eyes. Who would have known that after facing so much turmoil, the final missing puzzle piece in her life would fall back in place and fit so damn perfectly.
Even if she were to die right then and there, she would have no regrets.
But she wasn't going to die. Not anytime soon. After two brushes with death, it was fair to say that she had no desire to go looking for the third child of trouble.
She would try to live a long life alongside Daemon and prove to him that he was more than worthy to receive the same love he showered her so selflessly.
