Ayla
The door shut behind me with a heavy thud. I didn’t lock it, what was the point with two guards at all times just outside my door.
My boots thudded softly against the stone as I crossed the room, shrugging off my cloak with frozen fingers. I dropped it over the chair and stood near the hearth, staring at the flames, my mind reeling at what I had seen. My name, almost gone. Like someone had tried to scrape me out of history.
I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.
I crossed the room, too restless to sit, too unsettled to lie down. The fire crackled behind me, casting long shadows that shifted with each gust of wind pressing against the windows. Garrick’s eery presence and foreboding warning, the memory making me uneasy. He hadn't really acknowledged me since t
