August 17, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Lady Odeya Katarina Black
She awoke at the early hours of morn when even the birds were still asleep. She held the folded letter close to her chest and hoped he would read it and not rip it to shreds.
She had hoped he would actually follow through on her plan and she was grateful for not telling him the other parts of the plan. She had only meant to push him to focus not hate her.
How it pained her to lie to him but for the sake of the land she had to push her feelings aside.
Why do I always have to sacrifice my happiness for others?
She thought as a silent tear made its way down her cheeks. She was tempted to breakdown and release all the pain she had kept locked up but once again, she had to be strong.
Where was this damned woman?
She thought and as the saying goes, speak of the devil and he appears, the doors to the dungeons opened and she stood expecting to see Alyn.
