"Yes." Gareth rolled onto his side, and his dull blue eyes seemed to pierce the darkness as the two who'd finally experienced loss stared at each other. "Neither can I." In the pitch black of the room, he knew Sophia couldn't see it, but he had a few tears running down his face. On any other night, he would've been at his old home, and he wouldn't have experienced the past few days if he hadn't visited the castle on the eve of the coronation. Harker did not deserve entanglement in the affairs of the kingdom, but he was submissive to the point where he allowed himself to make a vow to see the coronation. 'How tragic that turned out,' he thought. 'I'm so stupid.' If he didn't join the Order as a squire, if he didn't deliver Redwyne's package, if he didn't promise to Thomas that he'd come to the tournament and to the feast. He blamed himself for engrossing himself in things he had no business in. Even in all of his suffering, he continued to neglect to mention how much he despaired.