Epilogue

The door of my bedroom opened after two knocks and a young girl with a shy smile peeked inside the room. She looked down when I turned around where I’d been standing in front of the windows and she reminded me of Ally, innocent, with an aura of hidden magic.

“There are clothes of your size in the cupboard Sir. Mr. Reese has asked that you freshen up and he will escort you to meet with the King in half an hour,” she said with her head still lowered.

“Thank you, I’ll be ready,” I said and she smiled again and closed the door.

The suit in the cupboard fit me perfectly and I looked at myself in the mirror. Abeloth was strangely quiet, he wanted us to fight our way out, die a warrior’s death if it came to that. It was the first time in our lives that we disagreed about something so important.

“We can take them,” he had hissed on the plane.

“No more bloodshed Abeloth,” I said and blocked him off.

Another knock came at the door and Mr Reese, I presumed, opened the door and nodded. I followed