36. Alastair

Alastair

“What's yours?”

What's mine? Why was I fighting? Why was I not giving up? Why was I devoting my entire life just to rule this kingdom?

His inquiry indeed provoked every bone that comprised my skull.

I had the answer, yet I had no idea if it was reasonable enough or not. For me it was. To be exact, it was more valid than anything I had ever known but for others, it might not be.

“A promise.” I spoke.

“A promise?” he asked.

I nodded.

“I am not sure what—” Rhett and I halted our conversation, our ears pricked up to the noise that was rapidly escalating above us in the ceiling.

Someone was pacing erratically on the first floor, her voice echoing through the dining hall situated directly overhead of our position in the cellar.

"Shut the fuck up," she spat at someone else with a venomous tone.

Both of us, Rhett and I, were perplexed since the feminine tone was strikingly familiar.

“I told you to shut up.” Another warning was issued by the voice.

“Lara?” Beside me, Rhett