When another carriage followed and a knight came running from it and opened the door of the first carriage.
"How have you been, Asmund?" the man who had always kept an eye on her and informed her every step to her family. The man who had worked as a spy and not even once felt pity towards her was standing in front of her, and she wondered, should she start her revenge on him?
The man stilled, as if he had seen a ghost. His pupil dilated and his lips parted but not a single word came out. He staggered a few steps backwards when the girl started walking closer to him.
"What happened, Asmund? Would you not greet me?" she tilted her head and looked at the man with cold eyes.
His face was so ashen that not a word came out from his pale lips. He continued to stare at the girl who had died in front of him, yet she was walking just fine!
