Lydia's POV

"It has been 3 days since he left the palace and there has been no news of him," Amy muttered, staring at the vast garden with me. I exhaled heavily then looked around the flowers at how beautiful they were.

"In every beautiful scene there's always a root to it all,"

That was what my mother always sang to me before she was coldly murdered.

"I am sure that he will come back for you," She muttered in a soft tone then patted me gently on my shoulder.

"I hope so," I replied. I could feel the heavy sense of dread eating me up and I knew at...