*Saoirse*

"Come now, love," Rhys' deep voice broke the silence, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. His touch was grounding, calming the restlessness that gnawed at my soul.

We left the room together, the door clicking shut ever so softly behind us. Rhys led the way down the stone corridor. Torches flickered along the walls, casting dancing shadows that played at our feet.

"Seeing them like that gives me strength," I confessed as we walked. My voice was ...