Jaden knocked on the door impatiently, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. Nobody replied or opened for him, so he knocked again, a bad feeling forming in his stomach. When another minute passed, he let himself in as quietly as possible, looking around the dark anteroom. He could feel no demons around and there was no trace of struggle or destruction, so he forced those dark thoughts out of his mind. Instead, he headed toward the door leading to her bedroom, raising his hand to knock. His fingers stopped just before they reached the wooden surface and he looked down at the paper crumpled in his hand. When he had spoken to his father, the king had told him to do what he felt was best, looking at him with a sad, burdened smile, as if knowing his answer already. He basically had

