The walk back to the castle feels impossible as I climb the hill. The sun rising quickly, the lack of sleep, and the tormenting night were really catching up with me. As I climb the hill, I’m very aware of the kings behind us, watching me; I can feel their angry eyes boring into me, their auras creeping toward me threateningly. Hunter remains at my side, his fur brushing my legs as I walk.
Yet as we move through the rear courtyard, past the magnificent gardens, and into the grand castle, I find the curious gazes of the King’s staff watching me. However, they all quickly scamper away when the three Kings enter behind us. They all scatter, making themselves busy except for one who King Theron addresses.
“Shelley, can you take Zirah here to the guest quarters in my sons wing, please? Find h
