I was furious, as I rode my horse into the kingdom. Furious that Jem hadn’t said goodbye to me, hadn’t tried to stop me. I needed to stop dwelling on that, because I had no choice but to go with King Chester, especially now that I promised I would for the safety of the Assassins’ families. Though, as furious as I was, I couldn’t help the feeling of sadness welling through me. I tried hard to hold on to the anger, to use it as a barrier, so the sadness didn’t tear me apart. I wanted to break down, to cry, but I needed to be strong for what was to come. I rode behind the king, while a warrior rode on either side of me, and the rest behind me. I couldn’t help but be momentarily distracted as we rode up to the entrance. It was indeed the volcano, and there had been a large doorway dug thro