Sinara whispered, “Come your highness. Torrin wishes to see you now.”
I glanced at Miralia, still asleep beside me. Nodding, I carefully rolled out of bed, trying not to disturb the blankets.
Sinara slipped on my robe before directing me towards my room.
As I neared my door, I heard a sharp deafening c***k. It rumbled through the castle, causing my chest to constrict. The groaning intensified. I flung the door open to see Torrin standing by my window.
The sequoia tree swayed as a series of snaps and cracks stabbed my ears as the tree fractured under its weight.
“No!” I ran to the window. The tree had been there longer than the castle itself. It had been my source of safety, my freedom. It had been there for every part of my life, and now it was plummeting to the earth in a deafen
