War of Faeries

Chapter 13

The air around me was cold enough to make me regret not grabbing a cloak from my room before I left the palace. But it was too late for me to turn back now, so I settled for wrapping my arms around my self while continuing down the road. I listen to the gravel underneath my feet as I allow them to take me closer and closer to my destination. When I left the palace I had no idea where I was going, but after wandering around for an hour I finally decided on a location.

It wasn't long before I saw the glow of lights from the cabin, or what I thought was the cabin. It was just a couple people walking past the cabin with a torch lighting their way. A sigh passes through my lips, I didn't realize how badly I wanted them here. Or more like him. Seeing everyone would be nice, but I really wanted to see him. To smell the scent of a fresh rainy and pine trees, and feel his strong arms wrap around me once more. But having all that would be too good to be true, after all I am the one who messed it all up.

I continue walking towards the cabin, but once I reach the door I cant bring myself to go in. I just let my hand rest on the handle for awhile. All I have to do is turn the knob and go in. That's all. Simple. Easy really. But do I really want to go in there and realize that everything I associated with this place would be gone. Honestly that idea didn't appeal to me too much. It might just be better to head back to the palace.

Another sigh passes my lips, I let my hand drop from the door knob, and turn back towards the palace. This time the sound of gravel crunching underneath my feet seems never ending. I was so daring to walk back to the cabin, and yet I surrendered to defeat so easily. I never even opened the door, or peeked in through one of the dusty dirty windows. Although it wouldn't have done much good. With the stars being the only thing lighting the way one could barely make out the road in front of them.

As I continue down the road the wind picks up once more, making me wish I was sitting in front of a warm fire with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. Nevertheless I continue walking towards the palace, but each step I take I feel my feet getting heavier and heavier. I wasn't ready to return to the palace, I wasn't ready to run into Henry or Eleonore again. All I really wanted was to find somewhere I could be alone and decide how badly I wanted to see my family again. I wanted to decide if I was ready to fight the fight of my life for the people I once walked away from.

The trees were finally starting to thin out once more, meaning I was getting closer and closer to a town. Maybe I could find a hotel with a vacant room. This late at night I couldn't imagine many places having an empty room. I was willing to give it a try though, I was willing to try my luck at finding some quiet. At finding a place to think, even if it was a hotel in the wrong side of town.

"I don't care, I want her found. I want her found know. Go back to the palace, and find fetch the dogs. She couldn't have gotten too far on foot." Henry was not a hundred feet in front of me, but it was so dark he couldn't see me.

I watch several of the guards he dragged out here with him hightail it back to the palace, none of them wanting to risk getting yelled at. Or worse punished for something Henry saw as an act of disobedience. I take a few steps back, careful to not make a sound. Each step I take Henry seems to take one closer. As if he knew I was there, but I know it is mire coincidence his eyes keep searching through the darkness trying to see something that he has no idea is there. Searching for me, meanwhile I keep trying to get away from him.

I should be trying to stay on his good side, I should be trying to complete a mission. But the mission seems useless at this point. I would have better luck if he was searching for me the Midnight Assassin if he was looking for me as the Midnight Assassin. Not as Valarie Marie Peyton, the princess of land van de levenden, rightful heir to the throne.

I felt the trained side of me take over, slowly my hand slid towards the knife I had tucked into my waist band. If he was going to keep walking my way, then I wasn't going to allow him to get too close. If it came to it, I would hurt him. I would inflict some pain that I wanted him to feel upon him tonight. Although someone else had different plans.

I smelt the fresh rainy day and pine woods scent, and felt strong comforting hands wrap around me. One covering my mouth to keep me from screaming, and the other one around my waist to pull me deeper into the trees. I let him. I don't fight him, the thought of screaming didn't even occur to me. The idea never occurred to me even though he still had his hand covering my mouth, was because for one moment I was right were I wanted to be. With the exact person I wanted to be with.

Then just like that, I wasn't. I was surrounded by darkness and unconscious over took me.