His words hit me like a blow to the face. The more I thought I was getting closer to an answer that could help me, the more complicated the whole story became.
"Keeping her alive?" I echoed his words, raising my voice a little higher, "How do you mean?"
The king remained motionless. I couldn't see his face, but his stooped posture told me he was lost in thought. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were heavy and sullen, hiding the weight of the memories I had forced him to recollect.
"Come with me," he said, heading down another passageway. This one had no windows, and the only source of light came from a burning torch at the end of the passage way. If I didn't know any better, I'd have forgotten it was just past noon,.
Finally, we came to a door, guarded by a short elf with light hair, clad in battle armor. He made a slight nod to the king and pulled out a bunch of keys from his belt.
