The only thing he cared about was to try to get free, but every time he started his struggles afresh he would be burned anew by the Vow’s hold—its own energy seemed limitless and shockingly, greater than his own to curb him this successfully. He was not affixed to a wall or anything in particular, and he realized she had left him with full access to the manor, or what was left of it. The days and nights passed in the same indiscriminate darkness of this new home. A year might have flown by since she had left and he would’ve had no clue. The clocks in the manor were no help, either. They were all destroyed beyond repair of frozen.