Bleeding Hope

Aldoria

Tiberius

The silver dagger slips from my fingers when the metal burns my skin, hitting the floor with a sharp metallic clang. Pain shoots through my palm, but I barely notice it. Everything else disappears the moment I look up and see Lyra lying on the bed beside my son. Blood has soaked through the sheets beneath her body, spilling over the edge of the mattress and dripping onto the floor