Book II Milton

Standing next to the warehouse, Milton watched how Rhobart picked up Ayla from the ground. After using her magic, she lost consciousness. In Rhobart’s arms, she appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Godefray got up; his knees were still shaking. Sadness and concern filled his eyes.

Kerra licked Ayla’s hand, letting out a yelp.

Even tortured and full of bruises, Ayla still conserved that inner beauty Milton came to admire and appreciate so much. He wasn’t the only one that loved her; Ayla had gained the trust and respect of all of Rhobart’s men. Even Godefray, who disliked Ayla with all his heart and had sworn he would never accept her as his Queen, had been ready to give his life to protect her.

Then there was Rhobart, the man Milton admired the most in his life. Since that cursed day, when Galian took Ayla and Godefray, Milton had watched how guilt ate Rhobart alive. No one knew that Rhobart and Ayla had married in secret. Not even Milton suspected. Rhobart had explained why they didn’