Chapter 7
Garrick stood there a long time.
Until that red figure disappeared into the horizon.
He returned to the city looking lost and broken
Something was wrong with Selene that day.
She refused the escort. She wouldn’t speak to him.
With a heavy heart, he slammed his sword into the ground, regret weighing down every breath.
If only he’d tried harder… maybe she wouldn’t have had to go.
She must be furious with him.
But…
What could he do?
He had already sworn his loyalty to Lysandra. He had no right to dream of forever.
He had made an oath.
And he couldn’t break it.
That night, in the wedding chamber, he lifted her bridal veil with a mechanical motion–just as the lamplight fell across her face. And then he froze The features beneath were all too familiar,
“General!”
Selene threw herself into his arms.
“What are you doing here?”
Panic flared in his chest
Selene looked away shyly.
“1… I’m not sure what happened. The royal decree changed at the last minute. It said Lysandra would go in my place…”
“What?”
Garrick gripped her shoulders hard.
So the one who rode alone into the frozen wastes was,
“Garrick, where are you going?!”
He didn’t answer. Clad in his wedding finery, sword in hand, Garrick leapt onto his horse and tore out of the palace–ignoring every voice trying to stop him.)
