Rama stood frozen as the witch Diviner's words echoed in her ears, her breath turning ragged as her greatest fear sought to haunt her.
"Are you alright?" Lord Damien queried.
Unable to speak anymore, she nodded with a lost countenance.
"We should leave now." He implied and without a word of protest or affirmation, they walked toward the exit of the white witch's market where their horse stood.
Mounting on the horse, they left for the manor as it galloped slowly through the forest.
"Are you alright?" Damien asked as he tilted his head to the side, giving her a sneak peek from the side of his eyes.
"I'm fine, the card reading wasn't entirely unexpected. I've always been prepared for the worst to happen my entire life." She said flatly.
"I wasn't expecting any less from you. The only reason darkness surrounds you now, is because you've been weaved into our dark world." Damien remarked.
