"Amellia?" I call. 

Where is she? I had just returned from a battle. It was a big one. Blood was everywhere on me. We lost. How did we lose? How did they know where we'd be attacking? No one but us knew. That battle was a big loss. We lost our main fortress. 

I need comfort in this moment. This turmoil with the Turks is driving me insane. Not to mention Vlad suspects there's a traitor among our ranks. It's a terrifying thought. I don't trust a lot of people. Except Vlad and Amellia. Amellia is like a warm blanket surrounding me. She's now what's keeping me on point and focused on war.

I look around. Where did she go? She's not in our corridors. I notice something on the table. I walk over. Letters. I pick up one and my eyes narrow. What...? They're to the Turkish Emperor. What? My heart sinks and my mind goes blank. No... every letter is about where we'll be. Tears start swelling in my eyes.

"Oh! Limier!" She smiles from behind me.

I turn to her.

"What is the meaning of this?" I ask holding up the letter.