Lance had been relegated to being in his cups for the rest of his life. Ever since Hella had left his life he had been in a constant grief and heartache. Everything reminded him of the sweet, budding llove they shared. He found himself wondering if she was safe or if she had found comfor in the arms of another. She was royalty.
He was a commoner turned knight. Before her, his knighthood meant eerything to him. He prided himself on being a great fencer and battle strategist. None of that mattered now. She was gone.
He had thought his eyes had played tricks on him when he had been at the marketplace before the dark stranger had arrived. Lance could have sworn he saw Hella. She was purchasing a dagger. He knew it could not be true. She had told him she had to leave and would not be returning to Fenway.
It would seem her memory was haunting him.
