EMMA
What time is it?
When a chill breeze sweeps past my arms, I cross my hands, bringing them closer to my chest. Dark shadows from the burning candles loom across the walls like phantoms, marking the path we take down to the queen's receiving chamber.
The queen.
My biological mother is a queen.
Rylan is a silent wall beside me. Ever since I'd told him about my blackouts, I can't help noticing the tension that radiates off him, or the subtle distance he puts between us. The 'Traveller' walks ahead of us, leading our party through the dark, echoing castle.
I rub my exposed arms against another chilling gust. The clink of metal brings my attention to the side. A towering general dressed head to toe in a frightening suit of armor walks beside us. In his hold is a tall sword.
Involunta
