August 17, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Princess Alyn Midika Tutton
She walked quickly in the cover of the darkness of the early morning before sunrise. Under her thick woolen cloak, she still shivered and her heart almost bled when she wondered how Alicia, no Odeya, would be faring.
The poor girl was just a pawn in a game she didn't mean to get involved in. Alyn could only envy her strength. Carrying that kind of fear in her heart and playing her role perfectly would not have been easy but she managed to pull it off.
Alyn wondered if the girl had known war because one would not be able to relay such terrible news calmly. She had known war and she had known how it felt to be so near death's doors. She had watched it claim the life of her oldest brother, Henrik. They weren't so close so she hadn't felt the brunt of his death so harshly like Nicolas and her Father had.
