Siora sprang out of her bed as restlessness cruised through her. Her fear that she would no longer be able to hold her side of the bargain went a notch high. She was so tired of the mayhem that took place in the throne room a few hours back and she wanted to rest, but she couldn't lay on her bed nor could she close her eyes because she felt that time was running against her.
She got out of her bed and paced the floor. It was cold beneath her feet, but she liked it because her thoughts were riled up. She wondered how much resistance her older sons would put up against the guards to extract their blood. If she didn't give her blood to Rolfe, then chances were that he would die. And if Rolfe died, Anastasia would surely take over the kingdom of Galahar.
