Chapter Sixteen
Two years ago
Tyson always slept so peacefully. It was one of the things Amalie envied about him. But then when morning came, the restlessness in his eyes never left.
He didn’t want to be there. They’d been at her estate for months now, involved in running the Leroy lands. Each day, Tyson ventured into the village and each day, he grew more distant.
At night, he never woke. Not when Amalie slipped from the bed to join John in the forest for her lessons with the bow. Not now when she returned, weary and satisfied.
If she were honest, her time training with John was the only hours of the day or night she enjoyed.
The queen hadn’t sent more guards to the estate when hers went missing. Tyson said she accepted that they were staying. He made excuses for his mother, saying
