Chapter 93

• [Eleanora]
• Primus has disappeared. The rumor is that he has gone insane with the news of the death of his human pet. The one he dared make a princess. When his sister not only shared the news of his beloved's demise, she poisoned his mind, if not his body, with insanity. In a fit of rage, he created his own tomb, one where he now lies trapped somewhere between the surface and eternity.
• Without a body, I find myself weeping over an empty grave, surrounded by the lovely courtiers who would have made up my queen's court when I officially took my place by his side as his wife. I had declared him mine before the high council, so even though our wedding had not been consummated, the bans have been read, and my body bears the marks of what should have been our wedding tattoos, a mixture of our two family crests. But instead of feasting and frivolity as I ready myself to be taken to the aerie for our initial mating, the dress I had brought for my wedding has been refashioned into widow's weeds, the gems removed, the silk died the dark ashy gray of mourning.