Torn. That's what Uther was. Torn between his present and his future and as he stared at the sunrise, nothing of its usual promises gave him hope of things turning out alright in whichever choice he’d make. Death would be the result in either and the only question that remained was ‘how much?’ Severina had made sure of it.
He stiffened at the mere thought of the wicked witch of Wregon while tension bloomed in every crevice of his body. The witch had outsmarted him once again and dared to take Kaida away from him for a second time. He had wished to ride for Nerea the moment Kaida ended her narration of her nightmare just to end the witch, and only his woman’s voice of reason had kept him from being that impulsive. Kaida had reasoned that he would only be granting the witch exactly what sh
