Lysara’s POV
Ronan was supposed to have been waiting for me safely outside the walls. At least that was the plan. He was supposed to signal me from the outer road the minute I had gotten away, not get himself dragged in chains through the palace courtyard.
Ronan had never been one for plans when he was protecting something dear to him.
I stood in the shadows between two stone columns and watched the Silvercrest guards drag him across the courtyard. His wrists were tied behind his back and there was blood on one side of his face, but he was walking under his own power.
It scared me that he could walk with the kind of determination that only showed in his eyes.
Because Ronan was the kind of man who didn’t allow himself to be taken prisoner.
Which meant that he either had gone back will
