''Some women fear the fire, some women simply become it.''
Evellíne embarks on a journey with her parents to England, as a request of Queen Judith and her son, King Alfred. They barely met and the connection between them is so strong that in a blin...
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Anxiety was eating the poor Alfred alive.
In a hurry, accompanied by his brother and the rest of his troop that survived the battle, they all followed desperately to Wessex, knowing that Evellíne must be close to home at that point.
Nothing seemed right. Nothing was right.
Bjorn and Ubbe preferred to take a different path, thus collaborating in the searches. If they had found her before, the deal was to get her safely back to Wessex.
After hours, the horses began to slow down, exhausted. Aethelred made a hand signal for the soldiers and his brother to stop.
"We must continue." Alfred ignored him, sweat mixed with blood dripping down his face.
"No," the prince said firmly, "soldiers! Get off your horses. We'll take a break.'' He held out his hand to the King, politely inviting him to get off the horse.
Alfred didn't refuse only because he was extremely tired and weakened by his illness. His stomach felt like he was about to give birth to a bunch of children.
"Only for a few hours... She..." he could barely finish the sentence.
"I know, brother. Don't worry. We'll find her. " he felt pity for how depressed and disturbed Alfred was. "For now, try to rest, drink water, breathe some fresh air ... Don't try to control what's out of your control, huh?''
Alfred clenched his teeth and leaned back against a stone, his eyes almost closing in. The sound of the soldiers talking to each other and the prince babbling orders to them became more and more distant as sleep came.
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''I'm almost sure!'' Evellíne sighed.
"I don't think you have enough experience in the woods to be so full of certainties like that," Hvitserk snapped.
"I'm telling you," she rolled her eyes, "we've been through this tree like... four times.'' She bent down, pointing to the ground ''There! That orange leaf in the corner! The first time we've been here, I noticed it because of that remarkable orange between so many dry branches and leaves without color. See?!'' she snorted, "this little leaf is proof that I'm right. It's the same tree, and we're walking in circles!''
