Chapter FOURTEEN

The sounds of clinking metals woke Edgar up. He groaned at the ache in his neck as he lifted his face go the window. His drapes were pulled up. He couldn't remember letting them down the previous night. He hadn't meant to sleep at all. He was just resting his mind, thinking on all life had taken and offered when the webs of sleep caught him. He had seen her, burning, going, screaming, leaving him alone in this cold loveless earth. Edgar stilled at the memory, he had not been asleep. No, sleep had left him when the young princess had held him in her soft little arms till he no more feared the dark, till he no more wept for his last lover. Till he was contentedly sleeping. He cringed at the vulnerability he had let her see. He was never able to think of Monique without being lost in a pit of pain and anger. She didn't deserve to die, she was too kind, too innocent, too beautiful. Just like the vixen that helped him to sleep after his distressed nightmare. No doubt she was awake, gone, or