I stumbled up the front porch to the Royal house, holding on to the last of my energy. I was so tired; I had exerted myself, I hadn't slept on the journey back for fear of losing the prisoner. Six days. My mind wasn't working and I kept forgetting something important. I needed some rest, then I would be back to normal.
I'd left the prisoner with the other guards, telling them that I had to tell the King something important. The only thing was, I couldn't remember what I was supposed to tell him. The door opened and a bedraggled Nathan stood there.
I fell into his arms, telling myself it was because of how delirious I was. "Aisling?" he mouthed. Nathan was the only person who called me by my full name; everyone else just called me Ash. It was a trait that I'd found quite aggravating in
