They rode within the hour, fording the western gate towards the Golden Fork. Nearly twenty men attended him; his Pale Knights led the way on horseback. Nia could only stare, her palms gripping her sleeve as they rode without her. No one looked back.
The pain that lanced through her chest brought her to tears. She was his strongest knight. Even Therion, with his infernal lineage, could not stand against her eyes. And yet…
'He tossed me away,' she thought, as a knot formed in the back of her throat. She shook her head. Even if she had made a mistake, he wouldn't throw her away, right? The thought scared her more than death.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid, Nia!" Nearly yanking out her hair, she sighed, pitifully looking down at her feet. "I'm sorry, Master… I… I won't do it again. So… so don't hate me." she closed her eyes and stood there awhile before she was on her way towards the eastern gate.
