The guardsmen had pulled back the curtains where I could now gaze at the person who was kneel at down the flight of stairs. The blade was pressed against their neck like they were some criminal. Was this stranger truly the one who killed the king of Xenid all those years ago?

I pulled myself down the stairs before floating to the bottom to stand in front of the stranger. My knees bent to meet their height as I pulled out a hand to lift their chin.

“You have the eyes of the innocent.”