Caroline was frantic for answers to the dozen questions that consumed her thoughts. She paced the length of her chambers, the cool stone floors offering little comfort to the soles of her feet.
She felt like she was caged in despite the beauty of the walls in her chambers that were decorated with symbols, curling vines and blooming flowers.
In fact the very imagery mocked her there was nothing peaceful about this place.
Cyrus's words echoed in the halls of her mind. With you on our side. He had said. We shall see, she thought with contempt.
He was deluded if he thought she would side with him and betray her own court and the Summer Court. If there's one good lesson she had learned from court life was that power always came at a price. Right now, she felt like a pawn that was being bartered between forces beyond her control.
