The single moment he took his eyes off her, this was already happening? That meant he had to be watching over her like a hawk.
Just thinking of what would have happened if she returned to her uncle made him clench his fists so hard that they became white.
He scribbled the neat words on the parchment as fast as he could. As soon as he was done, he gave it to the guard at the door.
"Take this to the Capital, immediately."
Niel nodded and left. Another guard replaced him.
Just as he turned around, the door slid open.
Gael stood there, bowing in acknowledgement.
Yeren nodded at him. The pale-faced man stood aside to reveal her.
She was palefaced as well. What had happened? Did the prisoner escape?
"What happened?"
Gael's gaze fell to the ground. "She was… burned."
Claire coloured slightly.
"It's nothing serious, Your Grace."
"By what?" He needed to know.
"By the silver bar in the cell, Your Grace."
He blinked several times. Burned by silver. That only meant one thing.
