Dinner had been cleared minutes before I heard the sound of footsteps, heavy footsteps of the guards and something else which was light and the door was pushed open.

I sat in my usual seat,

draped in furs and arrogance, as

two of my guards practically

shoved her forward. Layla

stumbled, catching herself before

glaring at them. I love that. If given the chance she had smack him on the head.

She looked

worse, thinner than she

ought to be, her cheekbones

sharp and her eyes sunken and red which showed that she might have cried a lot.

The

fire in those eyes, however,

burned just as brightly as anything....