Chapter Eleven

Dark Ages, 1460.

“I am who I am, Alizandra, I can’t let go. They forged me in blood and death, and I know no other way!” He didn’t listen to me, and something broke inside my chest. I still had my night terrors and also did he, but as long as we slept in each other’s arms we could keep them at bay, but I hadn’t been able to shed them away, and my eyes always carried a haunted expression.

Our souls were intertwined for all eternity, that was a fact, and it didn’t matter what would happen to us, we would always be together. He asked me not to sneak out anymore, but to take Liana with me when I wished to walk around the village, but not even that appeased me anymore. I preferred staying by the courtyard garden or praying in the chapel. So I kept my promise because he was the one breaking all of them.

I knew everything that would go on around me. Most of the Transylvanian settlers were Germans, they were hardworking people, and they were great in the makings of firearms, like cannons, and