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I watched from the high arched window of my room as the dust kicked up behind their horses.
Dominic rode at the absolute front of the squad, his broad shoulders squared, his dark cloak snapping against the cold morning wind as they galloped through the gates toward the eastern frontier. I pressed my forehead against the freezing glass, my fingers digging into the stone sill until my nails turned white.
'He didn't listen,' I thought, as my heart began hammering behind my ribs. 'I stood in his study, baring my soul, and he treated it like a fairy tale.'
Now he was riding straight into a bloody execution.
Panic clawed violently at my chest, but underneath it was something infinitely worse: complete, crushing helplessness. In this massive stone fortress, I was nobody. I had
