Yossi grunted as the ropes around his arms and hands were pulled tighter than necessary. Trying to look anywhere but at the princess, his eyes found Ailiard's who was seething in his own bonds.
"Your dead Hawksley." he snarled as he was dragged out of the room "Do you hear me? YOUR DEAD!", his voice echoing against the stones. A shiver swept up Yossi's back, but he shook it away.
This was why he was here. She was why he was here. Nothing else mattered.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he risked a glance up at Rowena. Her blue eyes were fixed upon him with such intensity, her face a painting of emotions and questions. Yossi forced his eyes away as he was led from the room.
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One of Us
General FictionHe knew one of them would die, but it was supposed to be him. And yet here he was sitting on a cold throne very much alive. And she wasn't. Nothing gold can stay. And she had been surrounded by golden light.
