I had a choice to make. It was simple, or at least was deemed as such by my superiors. I committed my life to an oath, a series of sentences that branded and controlled my life—almost as much as Eva Castle controlled me. I’m constantly torn between my honor and this woman. I prayed that somehow I could attain happiness in both spectrum's—but I had been denied. It was no secret that she was off limits, as she was a winged being, imprisoned by my kind, by the same humans I swore to protect. Disobeying the crown would surely be a sinister price, but yet would I be willing to pay to become the hand that was to save her? Or was I