Chapter Fourteen.

Returning to the castle, Fiora had already prepared herself for the worst. She had quickly rushed home earlier, telling them all what had just happened. Clement gave a brief detail on all he knew about Baron Daegal while Sif just stared and watch with a paused lips.

When she arrived, the guards welcomed her more warmly. They led her through the same path she used to follow, straight down to the throne room. She paused, hoping to had seen Baron Daegal sitting already, but instead to her wildest surprise, found two good looking young men, with Helen out of sight. One of these men was very familiar.

"You've arrived," said one of the men, to Fiora, the less attractive one. He was less attractive because he had every features of her—slender in a way, bright hazel eyes that madness ran through, and a face straight from hell. When he spoke though, he was calmer than Helen.

"Prince Theon," Fiora found herself whispered out loud. The last time she'd seen him would had been when they were only