Galen... where are you? Celia wondered, a tear tracing her cheek.
He couldn't still be under that horse which had fallen on him, could he? No, he is stronger than that, and Petra is with him. They would've pushed that poor beast aside... maybe Galen healed it if it was still alive. Then he would ride out the gates of this city and... and what would he do?
She saw the guards, the men in armor, the men with bows. They were everywhere at night just as the people where everywhere in the day. Galen would never blend in enough to be ignored. Just how was he going to get her out of here?
Celia let out a sigh and pulled herself away from the window, shutting it and flipping the little latch that kept them shut. She desperately wished to sleep, to fall into the depths of slumber and never return
