September 30, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Prince Nicolas Alexander Tutton
He woke up from a fitful sleep haunted by dreams of fire and a pair of stone grey eyes cursing him. He should never have let things get so far but if there was anything that came from it, Lord Black still hadn't attacked.
It had been a month since she had escaped and a month since the Tri-Kingdom harvest festival had ended and still there was no sign of disturbance. If anything, it was quiet, too quiet even for the normally busy town of Rothwell.
The castle was no better; the servants moved about sluggishly, like Odeya's escape sapped all the joy from them. Most of the nobles had returned to their various towns and Hayden and the twins had gone back home, leaving him to deal with his problems alone.
