Eventually someone comes in, and they don’t leave. I feel a hand shake my shoulder. “Serenity, wake up,” Will says from behind me.

I’m too tired to even tell him to go away, so I merely lay there.

“Serenity, the representatives need you. They’ve made contact with the king.”

I burst into the conference room, feeling more alive than I have for the last day or two. The king’s face is plastered on the enormous screen. He looks tired, his eyes sad.

“You haven’t eaten,” he says. I don’t know how he can tell over the screen.

The representatives glance between Montes and me. They know that something happened between us, but they don’t know what.

Behind me Will puts his hand on my shoulder. The king’s eyes flicker at the movement.

I shrug Will’s hand off and approach the camera set up in our conference room, just so that the king can see my anguish more clearly.

“Why?” I whisper.

He watches me with solemn eyes but stays silent.

“I was willing to do what you asked, so why did you have to take the one person that mattered to me?”

His face is stoic.

“Why?” I ask again, this time louder.

When he doesn’t answer, I scream like a wild animal. “Answer me!” I shriek. Hot tears snake down my cheek.

Instead of doing just that, the king’s attention returns to the general. “Do we have an agreement?”

I follow the king’s gaze to the general. “An agreement?” I ask. How could the WUN and the king agree to anything at a time like this?

I glance at Will. Only now do I notice that his eyes are red rimmed. My gaze darts back to the general, who’s rubbing his eyes. He drops his hand and looks at me for a moment before returning his attention to the screen.

“We do.”

My heart patters away in my chest.

The king’s eyes find mine, and he stares at me for several seconds before moving his gaze over the room. “Congratulations ladies and gentlemen. The war is officially over.”

My mouth is gaping long after the king’s image disappears. The room’s quiet, abnormally so.

I’m the first to speak. “What just happened?”

My eyes land first on Will, who looks like he’s only barely holding it together. Then they move over each of the representatives. None of them will meet my gaze.

My breathing speeds up, and at the back of my mind I worry that I might pass out from anxiety. I’m weak enough that it’s a distinct possibility.

“Why won’t any of you look me in the eye?” My voice rises.

No one responds.

“What. Just. Happened?” My voice cracks.

Still no response. I put a hand to my head; I’m feeling faint.

“Sit down, Serenity.”