Talisha walked over to Skye. She stroked her shoulders and hair. But she didn't say a single comforting word to her. What could she say to her that would give her the slightest comfort? How could she ease her pain? There were no words that could do it. She was shocked herself. She knew Maysie herself. She met her whenever she came to the castle to see Skye. Maysie pampered her by bringing her tea and biscuits.Talisha liked her very much. She remembered that Maysie was a cheerful girl, full of vitality and love for life. Talisha was secretly grateful for the existence of this girl because that way, Skye wasn't alone; she had company.And now that Skye was ready to offer her a chance at a better life, away from here and together, that happened. Maysie was no longer with them.Fiona stared blankly at Skye."How did it happen?"Fiona turned and looked at Hector, who had asked her the question."When we came back she was already on her last breaths. The servants told us she was bitten by

It was the third time Hector had asked the coachman to slow down.With every jolt of the carriage, Maysie moaned in pain. Her face became blotchy even more; she pursed her lips and closed her eyes tightly.As the carriage slowed down, Skye's heart raised heartbeats as her concern about Maysie's fate started to fill out her heart.One thing only troubled her mind, her entire being- to get there before it was too late.Now the carriage was moving slow, excruciatingly slowly, but what mattered was that Maysie seemed calmer, her face had relaxed. She wasn't in pain anymore.Once again, Skye caressed Maysie's face."Hold on Maysie." She whispered and gently pressed a moistened cloth on her lips. Maysie's lips moved, but no sound came out.Skye looked at Talisha."Maybe she's trying to say something," Talisha surmised.Skye focused her gaze on her and shook her head. “No, Maysie, don't get tired. Don't talk." She stroked her hair.Maysie's lips moved again. "S-sk-ey" was just a whisper tha

When Skye finished reading she took a deep breath and looked at him."Can such a thing be done?" he asked him showing the scroll she was holding."For the king to say so, it can be done," he answered her calmly. "What is your opinion, though?" he asked her.Skye rolled up the papyrus carefully and held out her hand to return it to him. Hector reached out to grab it, and for a fleeting moment, his fingers accidentally touched hers.Hector was close enough to hear her small, sharp intake of breath. Skye lowered her gaze and fixed it on the ground.He smiled seeing her cheekbones having a sudden flush of a pale pink color.Although his touch was fleeting on her fingers she felt their warmth like a wave washing over her. The heat had gathered mostly in her face which felt it burning. When the heat from her face receded, she felt safe and looked up to face him."You asked my opinion, right?" she asked, looking him straight in the eyes.Hector nodded. "Yes, I did.""Since it's the king's or

The door slammed, drawing the attention of the men who, up until that moment, were commenting on everything that had happened in the castle, while at the same time, they were busy tending to the horses. All eyes were on her, and Skye wasn't used to that. She had never wished to attract attention, especially from men. And now six heads had turned to look at her, freezing her in place. She looked at them, forcing herself to smile. Hector's heart slammed at the sight of her and he felt his legs melting. Oh my God! That flush that crept across her cheeks, made his heart bloom like a rose, as her cheeks had bloomed now. An irresistible force drove him across the stone path that led to the door of the house and near to her. Approaching her, he placed his hands behind his back and held them tightly, fighting the urge to reach for her. Skye watched him come towards her. His eyes never left hers, not for a moment, and Skye couldn't take hers from his, it was as if a magnetic force had lock

Delma walked to the end of the path and looked around to see if the men had returned, but no one was there.She continued to the apple orchard, wondering what her next move would be. She couldn't decide if she would go near Hector or not. She didn't know what she would face. What if he slept naked? Although it was something that ruled it out, it crossed her mind that she might not find him in a decent state, and they would both be in an awkward position. No, she didn't want that. Mainly for Hector than for herself.So she decided what to do so there would be no problem.She moved a little further and began to call him. “Hector, Hector. Where are you?"She called him a few more times until she got a response."Just a minute, I'm coming." Hector answered.Delma smiled and shook her head. She decided not to tell him anything about Skye so as not to disappoint him.She saw him approaching her, laden with his bedding."What happened?" he asked."Were you still asleep?"Hector nodded. "I r