Her Trail | 𝐆𝐮𝐆𝐮

➹𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟶𝟸

He smoothly walked in the wooden floor and Guinevere is amazed from how silent he did those. As if he didn't exist at all. As if he is floating while walking. She suspiciously looked at him. That kind of feature screams 'assassin'. Her mind bonked herself, of why she is dragged to this absolute mess.

She simply observed him as he opened a secret pocket in his tunic and a small sword floated in the air. Magic? Guinevere theorized. He gripped the small sword and positioned himself to the door.

"Who is it?" His eyes were sharp and predatory as he uttered those demands.

"It's me, mijo!" An old lady's voice can be heard outside their door and Gusion held his short sword behind his back as he opened the door.

Guinevere almost shivered from how fast he changes his tone and features in front of the lady. He is smiling at her but his eyes were still covered in bloodlust, ready for any combat and deceit.

The warm and delicious smell of stew permitted in the air and Guinevere delightfully squealed seeing the old lady carrying two bowls of stew. It's the smell of heaven!

"Here, food for you and your wife, mijo." The old lady smiled at them but Gusion's shoulder is still tensed. Suspicion still evident on his features though it is slightly veiled.

Why is he tensed? And wife?

Guinevere's face heated up at the misunderstanding and she slightly felt dizzy from the rush of blood in her cheeks considering the fact that she is also having a fever. She gripped her throbbing forehead and groaned. Gusion broke from his inspecting reverie to the old woman and gently hold her tray forgetting that he is still holding his short sword.

Silence ensued in the room as the old lady, Gusion and Guinevere stared at his gloved hands.

The old lady broke from the staring and now looked at Gusion head on instead.

"Why are you helping us?" Gusion broke the silence first and stared back at her. No shame for being caught.

The old lady furrowed her eyebrows at his accusing tone. "If I don't, who will?"

She grumpily crossed her arms to her chest as aged lines scrunched up in her forehead. "I felt bad for your wife. You looked like you didn't know how to take care of a sick person." She sighs, "My husband died of simple cold and fever before. I don't want anyone to experience it again especially if I could do something about it."

Guinevere felt pity in the pit of her belly. Speaking of her belly- "I'm hungry." She informed the lad in front of her who is accessing the words of that lady, either if she is telling the truth or not. Now that she remembered it, she didn't have his name yet.

"Who are you?" Gusion asked the old lady ignoring Guinevere's groan of annoyance for taking her precious time to eat.

"Hera." The old lady returned his staring.

The whole room was silent as Gusion continued to access her motive. The old lady let him do so. "If you're not taking it then fine, but your wife will."

She lifted her head and passed Gusion's shoulder, unbothered at his dark aura.

"How are you, dear?"

Hera gently touched Guinevere's forehead that tears gathered in the latter's eyes. It was like a mother's touch which Guinevere haven't felt since she was a kid. Her mother died when she was young after all. That is also the moment Guinevere's father became engrossed too much on the throne. No one can reign him anymore the moment his wife died. He slightly lost some semblance of sanity.