It had been a day over a fortnight and there was still no sign of her.
He sat at the dark corner of his room and kept replaying the events of the last time he had seen her over and over.
He had gone to investigate where the arrow had come from. And true to that, he caught a man preparing to shoot another arrow in their direction.
But only now did he realize that the shooter he had captured and detained was just a diversion. The memory of how he returned to find blood covering the green grass with no sign of Claire still plagued him.
And he knew without a doubt that it was her blood.
His horse had also been taken.
The poor animal. It never took a liking to anyone but him… not even the stable masters.
And Claire.
Was she dead?
He ran a hand through his hair and threw his empty goblet on the ground. It clattered loudly as it rolled over the marble floor.
Yeren was still wearing the same garment he had worn three days ago.
