It had been four days since Mircea had been lodging in King Kirill's white castle. The recent pill of reality was rather hard to swallow, she was hoping her heart and brain would reach a conclusion together. She had talked it out with Athos, he had said it depended on her, on how much she was willing to sacrifice and to what she was willing to sacrifice. His statement had sent Mircea into a cavernous spiral.
Mircea had to forego something in order to save her kingdom. She had been procrastinating it all. The clock was ticking. King Kirill hadn't forgotten to warn her about the consequences. What would really happen if she married the second prince of Gyyza-whose name she had finally recalled. Wylan Teqorian the third.
"Hey, have you decided on something?" Athos glanced at her warily. He knew she was not in the mood, however, they had to return home before people there started questioning the Queen's absence.
