I rushed outside the tenth to see Ray and four of his men waiting under a huge willow tree. They are all wearing old, thin clothes despite the cold weather and I know they had shifted and traveled from Tyrell to this place.

I stopped a few meters away from him, wary enough not to get too close to think it might be another assassination attack. Knowing that he knows me as being too welcoming and trusting makes it more troubling but I am not that kind of person now. And whatever reason he has, I hope it’s not bad news about Claire and my child.

“What are you doing...