They were innocents. every single one of them. At least to her.

The dragoness knew. She knew what it was like to be used. Ice blue gaze drifted over the new mounds beneath the twin oaks.

Over each and every one of them. She knew where they were. For she had been the one...

She had been the one to bury each and every great grandson and daughter.

I know you could hear me. It was murmurred to the mounds. I saw it. But then. I could not save you. And for that I am sorry.