Soren stood by the window of his room. For some reason, tonight, he couldn't help but recall the days at the academy.
"Strange," he muttered, shaking his head. "Why him of all people?"
He convinced himself it was because they had been exchanging letters lately—more than they ever did when they were engaged.
Perhaps it was because Soren was the one who always ignored Rihaan's letters as soon as he saw the name transcribed on the parchment, assuming they were all about cancelling the engagement. And he wasn't wrong.
Although the letters hadn't come for a week now.
Soren inhaled the cold breeze, closing his eyes.
At the end of the day, Rihaan had cancelled it, leaving anything between them unresolved.
Now they were…
Friends?
Who would be crazy enough to be friends with the very man who had rejected them?
Soren's gaze fell to the ground for some reason. A strange figure caught his eye, climbing a pipe outside, draped in a dark, thin cloak.
