Wanderess

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

SURRENDER

They spent the first hours of the day practising what Fayre already knew in the art of battle. They hadn't touched on any special abilities yet nor had they dared open her wings, the uncertain fear holding them back.

The Princess had to admit that Adrian knew what he was doing. He was a skilled warrior- she could see why he is so roundly feared, she was yet to get the advantage on him- he seemed to always be three steps ahead of her. When he swung at her this time- she decided to attempt her transportation ability. She was granted t at her Becoming, and now with Cael's power transferred to her, that ability was bound to be enhanced. Just before the blade came into contact with her short daggers, she blinked and tugged on a small string inside of her- tied to her ability. She tugged on that string as she felt the air around her become tight and as she felt her body moving without conscious thought. The next thing she knew, she was standing behind Adrian- only not directly behind him like she had planned.

Fayre was standing behind Adrian... a hundred yards away.

It was a good thing the Travellers liked secluded areas for their camps, or Fayre would have ended up crashing on top of a stranger or a building. She blinked rapidly, unsure of what she was seeing. That was a tremendous jump for such little effort. She watched as Adrian turned around, walking in circles- searching for her. She stifled a giggle at his confusion, she was too far away to see his face, but just the thought of the puzzled look on Adrian's face had her bursting into laughter, clutching her stomach as tears began to roll down her face. Her laughter had attracted Adrian's attention. Fayre watched through squinted eyes as her giggles began to stifle themselves, as the midnight wings sprouted from Adrian's back and he was before her in a second- shaking his head.

A small smile played o his lips as he stood, arms crossed.

Fayre straightened up, fighting the smile threatening to make an appearance, "Slow much?"

Adrian's eyes narrowed at the insult, but before he could say anything- his eyes went wide as he lunged for Fayre.

She felt a hand on her arm, pulling her backwards, panicking she kicked out- attempting to use her self-defence training, but her other arm was seized as Malvat stepped into her field of vision.

He wore a dark red cloak that dragged on the gravel as he approached his grandson. The colour against the stark dullness of the ground reminded Fayre of her nightmare. Her father's lifeless head rolling, the ground staining a dark red, his body falling to the floor...

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Adrian stood frozen as his last living relative approached him, but his eyes were not on Malvat- rather they were fixated on Fayre and the hands grasping her arms tightly, restraining her.

Malvat stopped his approach before Adrian. He smiled wickedly, "Hello, Grandson."

Adrian didn't say anything, he didn't even look at the man who raised him to be a monster, he kept his gaze on Fayre. Locking eyes with her, his eyes seemed to ask her if she was alright. A slight nod on her behalf had him relaxing his shoulders ever so slightly.

He slowly turned his head to face his grandfather. The malice in his gaze sent a shiver down his spine. He squared his shoulders before looking the King directly in the eyes, connecting their gazes, "What do you want."

The King tutted before making his way towards Fayre. she began to kick and struggle again, but it was to no avail- the hands holding her hostage did not budge.