Amon's POV
"Your majesty. What have you done?!" Marax said, the moment I returned.
"Marax do you trust me?" I asked, looking down intensely at him.
"You know I do."
"Then help me prepare the ancient chambers and I will explain everything to you after. Please my friend." He nodded.
Sighing in relief, I took off for the ancient chambers, with Marax on my heels. My arms were filled with a blanket wrapped Raven. I just pray that the council members aren't near the chambers. As I held her, I felt the power Ronove was referring to radiating off her in waves.
Why couldn't I get to her in time? While I was feeling her pain and getting her injuries, I got a snapped spine. I couldn't recover from that in time. And when I did, it was only to be stopped by the council members about my whereabouts lately. They made me late in saving her.