Chapter 13

Caspian came to the Southern Province on a Tuesday. He came without guards, without ceremony, without his crown. He stood at the gate of my lighthouse compound in a plain black coat, his hands in his pockets, looking like a man arriving at his own sentencing. My guards stopped him. He didn't resist. "Tell her I'm here," he said. "Tell her I'll wait as long as she needs." I watched him on the security feed from my office. He stood at the gate for four hours. It rained. He didn't move. At...