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26 Wylde

_Wylde_

"Wait! My lady, please wait!" her handmaiden had called after her, trying to stop her from leaving the castle.

"I'm afraid this cannot wait-"

"My lady you aren't to leave without guards and that is a whole ordeal to set up!"

"So no guards. I have you don't I?" The girl said simply, opening the large doors to outside and stepping down the large front steps. Passerbys down on the bridge were wide eyed at the sight of their princess so easily leaving the castle.

"My lady this is not the right way in which to do things-"

"What is about to happen is not the right thing! I must make haste!"

"My lady, what is there that is so important that you think you must stop it?" She called after her, the voluptuous blonde fae woman bounded after her on stumbling feet.

"Halt! Lady Valadae, you are not to leave the castle without his grace's orders." A castle guard said to her, blocking her path.

She narrowed her eyes at the shiny armored man. "You will move at once." She ordered.

He faltered a bit. "I'm afraid I cannot."

She brushed past him. "You will let me pass or I will let me pass." She told him simply, and then there were two people following after her. 

She paused and spun on her heel to face the two. "You," She pointed at the guard. "Will go back to your post and pretend you never saw me- no, i have decided I do not care about that. Just go back to where you belong. Pass whatever message you must, I do not care." She turned to her handmaiden now. "And you can accompany me, but stop whining will you?" She asked her with a huff before turning and walking briskly across the off-white bridge that ran to the doors of the castle. A few guards watched her cross, but the looks she gave them shut them right up.

It had been after a long while of walking that she started to run. Valadae had already wasted too much time merely badgering her handmaiden to let her leave. She could not afford to stop again. Not without the boy she had heard about dying. And she could not let this happen.

"Lady Valadae," The clumsy handmaid whined after her, tripping over herself to keep up.

Vala only kept running, not minding if she were to lose the woman in the streets or crowds of people. She would soon catch up, Vala had already explained where she was going and she was not going to stop to explain it again.

 She knew that this would create a lot of trouble but it was important. She couldn't let this boy die so easily when he was such an important character in all of this. War was an ugly game and it would only spiral on and on with his death. She could possibly end this whole war if he was to live. The soothsayer told her this and the woman had never been wrong before.

When she had gotten to the armory courtyard, she had been shoving her way through the crowd of people but felt herself freeze when she saw him there on his knees, the Regent to her father ordering him to bend the knee. She could not find it in herself to speak at first- taken aback by his ghastly appearance.

She had never seen someone so tan and dark of hair in her life. Nor had the girl seen someone so dirty- he was covered in dry mud, blood, and other things she did not want to name most likely. You could scarcely see the leftover war paint that decorated his face and she wondered if all of this perhaps made him seem tanner. What really caught her however, was not his dirty features, or his tangled and ratted dark hair, nor his skin. But rather, what had her breath caught in her throat was his golden eyes that shined with a wildness she had not before seen.