(Gemma's Point of View)
I stared up at the King in utter disbelief and sniffled. "What do you mean? He-He was shot.. in the heart." I sobbed again.
The King shook his head. "Not here. We need to move him from this place." Without another word, he lifted his son gracefully and strode from the room.
I followed silently. Everything felt like a dream. Like I could still wake up from this nightmare. I would look over and see Seamus's beautiful face sleeping peacefully beside me. I wanted to believe that this agony wasn't real.
But this wasn't a dream. The feeling of your soul being ripped out and destroyed into nothing wasn't something I could have dreamed up.
Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed that we had stepped into another room. One covered in shattered stained glass windows. Ston
