KELSEY POV

Two Silvermoon guards approached my mother and grabbed her by the arms, shoving her toward the border.

She stumbled, her weak legs giving out beneath her.

“Mother!”

Without hesitation, I jumped off my horse and rushed toward her, catching her before she hit the ground.

My arms wrapped around her thin, frail body. All I could think about was how thin she'd become and how much she'd suffered during the ten years Father had kept her locked away.

“Kelsey...” she rasped.

She lifted her bound hands, her weak grey eyes searching my face. Tears filled them as she touched my cheek.

“My sweet girl... is it really you?”...