The assassin's face still lingered in Trey's mind. He'd seen it somewhere before. He tried to remember from where, but the more he thought about it, the more his mind hurt. He was from his past, but not from Malora. Trey thinks he remembered a lord he would regularly pleasure, who had this assassin as the lord's right hand man. Trey wasn't sure. He was tired and shaking, his stomach in knots. He needed to lay down in the carriage, and laid his head on Lady Kate's lap without thinking about it. The carriage took off in a hurry, and the bumps in the road started to shake in his bones.<br/><br/>"I feel so weak," he told Kate. "I want to no longer be like this. I want to be your champion, yet I am broken. I want to be there for you. How am I to fight for you if I panic every time? I know you are trying to fix me, but you might never fix me." He certainly wanted to be there for her. He felt a strong connection, and felt a need to protect her, yet he wasn't sure how he would be able to protect her. He wasn't sure why he really wanted to protect her. He didn't care for Malora's life, but Kate is different. She made his heart flutter, and his head light. He wanted to be close to her and the closer he got, the more he felt weak in his self control. He didn't know what those feelings meant, but he liked it, and hoped she felt the same way.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you're here, my mistress. I'm glad you're by my side." Trey fell into a daze. He hoped they would be arriving very soon. He wasn't ready for any more choices, or any more stresses. He just wanted to be with Kate.