MELISSA
I shut the book I have been holding and staring at, but unable to read.
It’s no use... I can’t focus, not with everything going on.
It’s been almost two weeks since Rupert’s death and a week since his burial...but it still feels like it all happened yesterday, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t get the look on Prince Alexander’s face on the day Caspian told us Rupert was dead, out of my head.
He looked like something had been taken from him...something important that he couldn’t lose... and before I could react, he followed Caspian and the other guards as they raced out the room and headed for the cellar and I ran after him. When I got there he was already opening Rupert’s cell and rushing in, muttering,
“No, no, no, no, no.”
“No.” He said when he finally got in, his gaz
