James gazed out to sea, remembering Elizabeth's sweet scent as he'd kissed her. As she'd kissed him. Then the horrid sickening feeling as the blade was plunged into his chest…Elizabeth's cry from the midnight black waters below….
''James!!''
It sounded as though she cared for him, truly. But there was no way of seeing her again. She was in the land of the living, he, in the land of the dead. Tears cascaded from his green eyes, once so alight with love for her – so intoxicated, now ashes of what could have been.
"Elizabeth, our lives have been intertwined but never joined"
Elizabeth lay in her cabin on the empress pondering his words. She felt her heart was splitting into a thousand pieces with each passing day, knowing she would never more gaze into those gentle eyes. She had never realised quite how much he'd loved her till that moment. He'd said he would follow.
No. He had promised.
James never broke a promise…..
And then she realised. The heart….the compass…..Lyra….
She sat bolt upright
"Of course!!!" She breathed.