My feet felt heavy as they guided me through the corridors.
Every step echoed too loudly in my ears.
"Your majesty," the man said again, gesturing for me to walk ahead of him.
I hated the word.
It felt foreign.
Too heavy.
Too dangerous.
I still wondered how insane this was.
A group of wolves in the distant lands committing treason by calling me their majesty.
It made no sense.
Perhaps they were all insane.
I suspected it.
And all I had to do was play along until I could find my way out of here.
Or better still, uncle I saw my uncle Aiden and he would help me out of this.
Hopefully he was nothing like Bale.
I clutched my cloak tighter around myself, my other hand instinctively resting over my stomach as if I could shield my child from whatever awaited me.
We passed through halls carved from dark stone, lit by torches that hissed softly as we moved. Wolves lined the walls.
Some, some robed, all watching me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
Not curiosity.
