“You should head back to your room,” Nyla said. “If Bellamy returns, he’s going to need you.” “Need me? But-” The princess held up her hand, cutting me off. “Please, Koraine. If you care even a little for him, you will be there when he returns. He’s going to need you,” she pleaded. I nodded my head. It was no use arguing with her. She was right, whatever had happened clearly took a toll on Bellamy. I may be the last person he wanted to see, but as his future wife I needed to try.
