*One hour before…*

Skye’s walk to the old castle was silent and quick, her eyes cast to the ground almost the entire time as she forced back tears.

So much was happening behind her: a wedding, a massacre, an overthrow, whatever she wanted to think, it was happening. And it scared her just as much as what was in front of her.

She made her way through Galore as fast as she could, unable to look at anything in fear her tears would boil over. ...