Madalin is a member of a royal family that rules over a country named Lysteria. She's brave, bold, smart, yet gentle and caring all the same. The princess dreams of running away from the shackles of a royal life, while her parents try to keep her ca...
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Madalin's Point of View
The palace was situated on the outskirts of Ethen, so it wasn't that far away from the city. The ride there on a horse was a maximum of two hours. But for me, the journey lasted no more than a few minutes, because one memory kept me occupied.
"Let's run away."
Those three words alone, and our kiss from last night were the only things driving me with motivation. We hadn't gone beyond the embrace of our lips, even when we both wanted to. Edmund and I knew we weren't in the state of mind to be able to savor anything.
As my husband had so keenly insisted, I had brought along a horde of guards with me. It was to my advantage too, since I'd be receiving help in case Evans decides to flee. I didn't know why I was so adamant on believing he would be present in the pub, but there was the argument that there's no other place he'd be able to loiter around freely.
The greetings of the commoners flew past me like the wind whipping my hair and cape-shawl around. Old-fashioned buildings surrounded us the second we entered Ethen, and I still didn't reduce the speed of my horse. The quicker I got to my destination, the better.
Hadrian's sword was strapped to my waist, above the trousers I wore. The weapon had been cleaned and sharpened. I wasn't about to store it away safely so it could rust, because my plan was to use it like he would have if he was alive.
If I was lucky enough, I'd see the day where I could gut the rebel king with this very sword.
I pulled on the animal's reins to skid us to a halt, when the alleyway came into our view. The only way we could storm into the pub was on foot, because our transports wouldn't fit in the narrow streets. The slamming of boots against the ground resounded from behind me when all my soldiers jumped off their saddles, and I did the same.
"You'll find out who Evans is in a few minutes. Whatever you do, do not let him out of your sight. Am I understood?"
"Yes, your highness." They all declared with a fist to their hearts, and I spun around to all but sprint down the alleyway. My determination distracted me from the curious and shocked gazes of the drunkards around us. They stood by on the sidelines, almost as if they were trying to hide their faces from me.
My hand clutched the handle of Hadrian's sword, almost protectively, just when I set my foot inside the familiar pub. The nostalgic reek of alcohol burned my nose, and my eyes were scanning all the attendants of the bar.
The guards began filling the pub one by one, and the rebels slowly stood up out of caution.
"Good to see ye again, yer highness! What will you be taking today?" The bartender yelled from the bar counter a few feet away from me, and I shot him a crooked grin. It was slightly amusing to see how unaffected he was by the scene.
