We’d been at Castle House for just over a fortnight. Liam was able to walk again, his gait slightly off balance due to the bandage still wrapped on his leg. His people, his rebellion, were overjoyed to see him well again.
Meanwhile, I suffered every night through horrific visions brought on by my subconscious. They had never been this frequent before, except right after Papa’s death. I walked around with dark circles under my eyes from all the sleepless nights, and anxiety like a rock in my stomach, afraid to go to sleep. Wandering into the kitchens, I grabbed an apple, mindlessly greeting those around me. I ducked around people preparing dinner, kicking open the door that led outside, and headed toward the large willow tree.
A stone bench sat underneath, but it wasn’t visible due to th
