Six days, six days I've been trapped in Darius' castle. And...I haven't seen him, nor have I seen Malcom or even Celine. I've been so alone. But I act like the choice was out of my hand, it was me that refused to see them after all. Except...except Darius, that was out of my hands.
I don't even know if he's come back to this castle ever since that day. Each time I think about him, my heart hurts. And I welcome this pain, it allows me to always remember why it is I'm doing what it is I'm doing.
In only a day or two, Darius will no longer be King. And the fate of this country — his Kingdom, will balance on the edge depending on whoever ascends his throne. I know for a fact that the new King cannot be Elias...that's why I've chosen a candidate of my own.
Cleaning out my eyes, I get off my bed and make it to the balcony so I soak in the morning's cool air. Looking down, I see more than two dozen wolves patrolling the courtyard. Darius' doing.
