Chapter 67: In the Quiet of Her Sorrow

Cryus's POV

Celeste leaned against my study doorframe, holding a plate of carefully prepared food, her face wearing that ever-present, saccharine smile I’d come to loathe.

"You haven't eaten all day," she said, her voice honeyed with concern. "I made herb-roasted venison. I hope you like it."

"I ...