The color drained from Zorian face and his strong frame tensed at the seriousness behind the guards words. His hand that was holding Ishara behind him dropped to his side limply.
Zorian didn't move for a few moments. Isla would have thought he had turned into a statue if his chest was rising and falling repeatedly.
Ishara stepped in front of him, cupping his face in her hand. Worry was written across her face. "Go and see her," she whispered. "She must really need you right now."
Zorian's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He stared at Ishara blankly as though he disassociated himself from the world around him. Ishara tapped his cheeks bringing him back. He pressed a quick kiss on her forehead that lingered for a few seconds before pulling back.
"My love, I need to hurry and see my mother," he said,his voice rough. "I'll visit you tonight"
She nodded, forcing a brave smile even though her heart seemed to break a little with every second he was pulling away from her.
