Thou shall be mine

Cael's first desire the next morning was to go to the dungeons and see if Ginevra was feeling well. But he steeled himself. He didn't want to come to her empty-handed this time.

A short walk through the city in a morning rewarded him with the items he needed and several suspicious, fearful glances from passersby. Whispers spread from person to person like disease—same whispers as in Father's army. But back then, they were peppered with plenty of respect, now it was waning.

Cael didn't like this. But the upcoming meeting with Ginevra made him forget about those looks.

There was another guard on duty in that hour—a much less opinionated and curious one. He followed Cael's orders without questioning.

Ginevra was sitting on her pallet again when Cael walked inside her cell. Maybe next time he should bring her a chair. Not that there was much space for one…