23| Turmoil

Dorian’s face ashened as realisation hit him like an avalanche. At the back of his mind, he had realised what she might be, and maybe even Kai had figured it out, but he had chosen to deny the truth. His father’s body lying in the pool of blood flashed across his mind and he hurriedly blinked as if to dismiss them, as if an image so traumatising and permanent would vanish. 

“How...how did you know?” he asked, sounding a little dazed. 

Vulcan’s smile became rueful. “She looks a lot like Ophelia, almost like her if I daresay. I was almost stunned and for a moment I thought that I was looking at her, that she had come back.” His voice sounded distant, and Dorian had to look away. He felt uneasy when the Fae king looked so...vulnerable. 

“We all know what ha