21 Elena

21

Elena

I will kill for you, my dearest witch.

His deep voice echoed in my head, my hands getting clammy as I peered at him through my lashes, making the soon-to-be-married-couple laugh and charming the tired royals as we made our way up the stairs of the Maahnoor Palace.

Clearing my throat, I shook away the thoughts about him, about what he said, and focused on the palace and guarding him. That was my job. Look after him and make sure he doesn’t get hurt. Nothing else.

The palace looked completely different from the time I had seen it when I had to save Zain when he came here on a horse to woo Nasrin. That was years ago and since then, it looked like they had repainted and took care of the Palace. The setting sun’s sunlight sparkled over the dome of the Palace, the pillars strong and clean on our sides with the sculptures of tigers surrounding them.

We walked inside, the sound of our footfalls echoing in the vast room with marble floor, exotic lacquer paintings on the beige walls