[Present Time — Lady Nyra's Chamber]
Silence consumed the room. No one spoke. No one even dared breathe. Zeramet stood with his back facing everyone; his hands were clasped tightly behind him, and his golden eyes stared silently into the dancing flames. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke; his voice was frighteningly calm.
"Are you telling me...that my consort died in every single timeline?" Lady Nyra lowered her head.
Her fingers trembled uncontrollably as her voice shook. "I...I tried; I changed everything. I changed history. I even changed fate itself, but every time, every single time I failed."
She shut her eyes tightly as her shoulder shook violently. "I only wanted one lifetime, just one where Princess Nyzara could grow old beside me. One lifetime where none of you died. I apologize, I couldn't save any of you..."
