Chapter 7
It took all of Wren's strength
To keep her head up
To be the steadfast queen that she was known to be
In spite of her increasingly heavy heart
It had been three days
Since Wren had seen Triss
Tib Arne had been right
He inflicted more torture than he could have before
Walker had told Wren
That Arne's weapon was ancient
From a time before magic
Triss would only heal under expert care
Arne, the demon, had been too quick
He had already fired it
Before the elven hunters
Could take him down
He had received no burial
He was to have his carcass
Spread out in the wilderness
For animals to prey upon
Triss had been wounded
The "bullet" as Walker called it
Had barely missed his heart
Thankfully going into a rib
Triss had barely been able
To stay conscious
As Wren held him in her arms
Trying desperately to stop the bleeding
Wren hadn't been allowed
To go visit Triss
As he went to go be cared for
By Laurel, the Minister of Healing
'Laurel' thought Wren
'The only person able to help Triss
That I can completely trust
But why won't she let me help?'
Wren walked silently down the halls
To where she had been so many times
In hopes of seeing Triss
If the healers would only let her