Amy stared wide-eyed at the blazing beam of light shooting from the peak of the Grand Tower. A subtle humming sound reached her ears as the blaze burned in the distance. Despite the cool night breeze, the air felt electrified, as though an unspeakable power ran through it. King Antonius is dead, the words were burned into her brain. The situation called for tears, but Amy did not know why not even a single drop rolled down her cheek. Maybe she was tired of crying. She did not know. “What are we going to do, Ser Gideon?” she asked, her voice trembling.
The silver Knight exhaled an audible sigh as he sheathed his sword. He turned around to face Amy and extended his arm as though to coax the Queen into the city. His gloved fingers hovered near Amy’s waist but he did not move them further to
