![]() My fingers twisted around the fabric of my skirt, clenching and unclenching as I paced the war room. That was two weeks ago, and I am as numb now as I was then. They introduced themselves as the Huntsmen, Sabrina and Lukas Seidel, and they were at my disposal. Halfway there, we were stopped on the road and greeted by two individuals. I don’t remember soothing all parties, but soon we were on our way back to Monwald Castle. I was mildly aware of Frederik snarling at their presence. He was horrified and ordered one of his men to offer their long coat at once. I was wearing Frederik’s shirt, which was long enough to cover my essential pieces. Much later, Captain Alric found us walking down the roadside. He tried to soothe the silent tears that streamed down my cheeks, too. He explained how he knew Niklaus, and owed him his life. ![]() Yet the one who begged and pleaded for me to stay ended up saving me.įrederik was an odd boy, but he meant well. ![]() If it hadn’t been for Frederik, I would have run after the woman dragging Niklaus’ body away. ![]() No matter how much I tried to scrub it from my mind, it always came back at night. ![]() I had to watch as Niklaus was shot and dragged away–a memory I swear was seared into my memory. Never was I taught how to win back my mate and the one I loved. Never was I taught how to fight against an assassin. I was trained to be a queen–schooled in etiquette, politics, diplomacy. Nothing had prepared me for the last few weeks of my life. ![]()
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