You are sure they were dead? he asked, whispering.

One had a sword plunged in his stomach, Adamar, that looked pretty dead to me, I retorted,
paused, then continued, Im sorry, I know its a shock. He stood, and started to pace.
The Draygons have never come this close before, he told himself as if to reassure.
Yes, they have only attacked the surrounding villages in the outer regions of the Kingdom,
we thought we were safe.
He stopped moving and turned to face me. Moving towards me he whispered, We have to
leave here. He placed his hands on my cheeks.
Get your mother, Oreylle, we are leaving town tonight and we...
A pounding on the door interrupted him. I jumped in fear, grabbing his arm as I did. Adamar
moved in front of me, protectively, and spoke loudly, Come in.
Five soldiers burst into the cluttered room and started shouting all at once. The largest one
strode towards me and grabbed my arms. Adamar was pushed to the side, he was screaming
something, but I could not hear it over the blood rushing through my ears. As the soldier
pulled me from the house I struggled, kicking and scratching anything that I found, intending
to escape. It wasnt long until one knocked me out with the hilt of their sword. I fell to the
ground, unconscious.
I opened my eyes to the same cell I had been put in not long ago, a dull ache pounding in my
head. Pushing myself up from the ground to a sitting position I sighed. Why was I in here? I
rubbed my temple.
A slight tap came on the door and I stiffened.
Who is it? I whispered, whilst turning to the cell door. I began to crawl towards it.
It is me. Sir Drews voice floated through the cell door and caused more pain than it ought
to have done.
Why am I in here? I wondered, maybe more to myself than to him, yet he replied.
I came to tell the Prince about the three soldiers and now he is convinced you murdered
them, I argued your case believe me, I...
Sir Drew, please... I could not listen to him anymore, I had too much to think of.
Nevertheless he carried on.
...tried to make him see that you had stumbled upon the bodies, just like me, but then he
asked why we were together in the woods and I could not lie...

You told the Prince about that fling? I shouted, I stood and looked him dead in the eye
through the hatch in the door. The hurt in his eyes evident, yet he brushed it off.
What else should I have done? He took a step away from the door, surprised by my ferocity.
He looked down gravely, unable to keep eye contact.
And he believes me to be under a spell, you are going to be hung for being a Draygon. With
the last word his voice cracked and he moved his hand to the wall, as if to stable himself.
I turned my thoughts to myself.
When I am to die? I asked, calmly, as if asking about the weather.
Tomorrow, in front of the whole town, he whispered.
I nodded, thanking that I did not have to wait.
You must do one thing for me, Sir Drew de Courseilles of Praymain, he nodded, moving
closer to the cell door, You must not let my mother come to the hanging.
His unblinking eyes stared into mine. In any other life this would had been perfect. I had
known nothing of this man yet I felt as if we had been paired long before our births.
I shut my eyes.
Stay with me? I whimpered, sounding like a scared child. He put his hand up to the space in
the door and ran his thumb over my lips. I opened my eyes, willing to imprint this mans
image on my memory forever, however long that may be.
His lips connected with mine for only a short period of time as the open space was only small
and uncomfortable for both parties, but all the same, it meant so much.
He slid down the door and we sat either side. We spoke, we got to learn about each other
before it was too late.
It wasnt until I opened my eyes that I realized I had fallen asleep.
Sir Drew? I cried, the anxiety I did not feel yesterday creeping up on me. My stomach
knotted.
I am here, but something is happening, Ive heard shouting, I will go up to the main hall. I
wanted to make him stay with me, but half of me wanted him to see me as brave, so I watched
him go.