The night is a blurred memory, from the moment the ring slid onto my finger to the moment where I now stand beside Zion, my skin paling as I watch Elijah approach. It's been two hours since I gave my answer, and now I stand beside a man I hardly know, who is way older than me, who says he did not kill my parents, and I am not engaged to.
Elijah's smile doesn't help either as he gets closer, his smile on the verge of becoming a smirk. My left hand is behind my back, I've been trying to keep the ring as hidden as possible, not wanting any drama for the night. "My dearest Sybil," Elijah greets, his toothy grin making me wonder what he is up to.
"Elijah, good to see you," I reply, feeling Zion tighten his hold around my waist as he chats with a noble. "Did you bring Zelda?" I ask, referring
