Chapter Ninety: Forced Wedding...

An hour passed. The maids were done. They left the room a few minutes ago to report to the man who had hired them.

Gwen stared at herself in the mirror, feeling a bit weird for he vision looking back at her.

She was beautiful, no doubt, but the image wasn't what caught her attention. It was the dim light that shone from her eyes.

She knew the action she was about to take. Should she fail, that would spell a fate worse than death for her.

"Gwen," Sheryl said, coming up from behind her."

"I am fine." Gwen answered, sighing. She looked at Tyron through the mirror. He stood at the far corner of the room, his face etched deeply in a frown, with a thick air of misery surrounding him.

"This is what I have to do. The fate of the realms depends on it," she said.

Tyron sighed, then furiously dragged his hands through his hair.

"I understand, of course I understand. But why does it have to be you?"

Gwen frowned slightly, cocking her head. "What do you mean?"

"I do not want you anywhere near that