Cindra’s POV
The trudge up to the tower hadn’t been the easiest part, but it wasn’t the hardest. Queen Bridget’s favorite guard had been less interested in knocking me around than Ruth was. He’d practically hauled me up the stairs when I started to lag behind him.
He’d growled and tossed me forward into the room. I’d stumbled and caught myself from falling. The door had slammed shut with a high-pitched squeal and clang. The guard had locked it.
Now, I stood staring out the narrow window, watching the morning light paint the castle in gold.
As long as my situation with Knox was uncertain, I had a bit of immunity. It wouldn’t last long. The priest and the Topraks would eventually come to the same conclusion I had of the situation. Then, Knox and his family would leave.
Until then, I’d m
