"Why?" Ginger asks, walking into a new hallway as I follow behind her. "Why keep running, little Lyra? Because you're afraid you'll be tossed to the side the second Leo has his fill of you? War is on the rise, Lyra, and no King stays strong every second, no King stays sane as his Kingdom is torn out beneath his feet."
As a door opens, Ginger leads me inside, my mind flooding with all types of questions. She can't be correct. She's trying to get into my head, to mess around with me. "Leo will stay strong," I mutter, entering the modern room. "You don't know him."
"I know enough about what he has done. I know people have warned you of him yet you still stay beside him. Hell, you've even been told the devil himself sits on a throne of lies." My lips form a thin line, thinking of the King. "Yet you still let that slide bye."
"Because I have developed my own opinion upon the King," I snap.