Cellan’s tower has a rooftop platform for stargazing and an unobstructed view to all sides of the caste and even down on Lorren. The proud and elegant village is right at the base of the mountain. The steep mountain side starts just a stone’s throw away from the fortified walls. From up here it looks to Katherine that the wall goes straight up, no ledges, no breaks in the stone, no bushes, no grass, nothing really, but the sleak stone. It is so high she has to hold tight to the waist high wall, because looking down gives her vertigo. Falling from here would be a guaranteed death.
“I would never let you fall.” Cellan whispers in her ear. Was she so preoccupied by the view that she missed him move? He can just appear by her side so quietly and surprise her with his actions and words. The ma
