The rest of their walk was in silence. Except for the part, where like always, Ivan paused to share his shoes with her. He never said anything nor accepted any thank you's from her. The action, however small, never failed to touch her.
Before she knew it, she had already warmed up to the commander and his silence. She was slowly beginning to forget the day that they had met for the first time. The day that all hell had broken loose in St Yvon and her fate to follow the regent to Nightwell Hold was sealed.
It all felt like ages ago. Life outside the palace appeared like a story that she had heard and forgotten. One that was no more her reality. However unsettled she was within the huge walls of Nightwell Hold, it had become a part of her.
