She sighed drearily, uncertainty and doubt for the future clouding her stormy grey eyes as she looked into his blue ones. She wanted nothing more than to be right, that they would gain their freedom and live peacefully in Voltaire's Empire, but her instincts told her it was too easy, way too easy, and it made the doubts cram her mind.
"what's wrong?" Aldric asked, noticing her downcast mood.
"I'm just worried, for you. Maybe you shouldn't have done it, I was ready to accept death and it wouldn't have been your fault if you did nothing." She remarked.
Aldric caught her hands in his, squeezing them gently as he said with an unwavering tone "It was my decision."
