FRANCESCA's POV
This was some sort of trap, I thought to myself as we walked.
He wasn’t saying anything, merely holding unto my hand while we walked out of the dungeons and straight to the gardens.
It was sheer force of will that allowed me walk with him when all I wanted to do was hide in terror. I knew there was no way he had just forgiven me for escaping and revealing things to the enemy so what was this about?
Why is he doing this? The voice in my head screamed… why was there no sort of reaction from him, something to indicate his plans.
We got into the gardens and for a minute, I forgot I was supposed to remain scared and alert. I allowed the calm of the gardens wash over me, the beautiful scent of roses tickle my nose as I inhaled sharply.
There was something about flowers and
