Every head turned when Catherine entered.The red and white uniform stood out between the dark and dull colours of the stone walls in the castle and a light yellow aura surrounds her.The assistant's words stuttered like pebbles rolling downhill, "Ca- ... Can...I-..he-help you-wha-t would...you-like?" I was tied up my back straightened to a tree with my hands and legs locked together.Her lips were purple and her face was chalk white.I watched helplessly as Skye heaves in agony as Catherine stabs her polished silver sword deeper into her chest and blood came gushing out of her mouth.She fell onto her knees and that was when I knew it was the last time I would see her.Todos los derechos reservados