Ronan’s POV
Tears laced my eyes as I raced through the forest leading back to the palace. It is still so surreal that anyone will be so hellbent on taking everything away from me. As it stands I don’t mind giving up my throne for whoever this ghost is that keeps snatching my people away from me. My body aches from running a far distance.
Dion kept going knowing It is best to keep moving. Returning to the palace without anyone suspecting my movement overnight is the best thing to do. I feel more relaxed knowing Fiona is safe. I have decided on a name for our son and Fiona looked happy with it. Louis, the same name like my father. My son warms my heart everytime i look at him. I really wish i didn’t have to leave him and his mother all by themselves.
I still had an hour before the day
