The carriage jumped violently as the glass flew into the air. Layla's hands moved sharply, pulling Oriana to herself and covering her eyes—either because she did not want the queen to witness such a terrifying sight or to prevent the shards of glass from piercing her eyes. Either way, one might wonder why she was taking this so seriously, given that her own life was on the line as well.
Oriana had already accepted her fate, but the only person who came to mind was…
I..Icar…Zaroth.
She did not know why, but his name was the first that surfaced in her thoughts. It felt as though time slowed around her, stretching into an endless moment—
And then…
BAM.
