Even as the words of the promise Mira made to Aron casually, echoed in Emira's head, memories from the past began to surface, one after another, overwhelming her until she fell to her knees, gasping for breath.
This was different from the memories Aron had shown her before. Those memories had felt distant-as if she had merely been watching a vision unfold in front of her. Yes, she had felt connected but it had still been empathy for a victim. And nothing more.
But this time, she was not just watching and pitying. She was living them. She lived each moment of Mira's life, feeling everything as it happened. She knew not just what she saw but what made Mira choose Aron. Her thoughts and feelings for the three lords, etc. A gentle breeze brushed against her skin, wrapping around her like an unseen presence as if to protect her.
