[Lady Nyra's Memories — The Endless Timelines]
The first time... Lady Nyra truly believed fate had surrendered; she believed that if she rewound time...if she corrected every mistake...if she changed every choice, then the future would change.
She was wrong because she never realized that every time she twisted time backward...time demanded a price.
The rain had swallowed the entire capital, the skies were black, and the palace banners hung low in mourning; before the royal mausoleum stood a single grave.
An empty grave.
The grave of Malik Zeramet, the emperor whose body had never been found. Silthara mourned a king without a corpse.
Levin stood before that grave in mourning robes, his black robes drenched beneath the relentless rain. One hand rested over the swollen curve of his stomach where Zeramet's child still slept, blissfully unaware that their father had already become nothing more than a name carved into cold stone.
