The White Haired Princess

chapter 5

"It's the unknown that draws people."

Yui

Dirt and leaves were tangled in my hair, and I'm reasonably sure Prince Bastard was enjoying his view.

"What now?" The young charming prince asked again, whining.

I put a finger to my chin and stared, "I'm not quite sure. If truth be told, I've never actually been this far in my escapes."

"Escapes? As in plural?"

I ignored him. "I suppose we should continue on before they come back. Now is our chance."

I turned my eyes around, scanning my surroundings, hearing a grumble let out from behind me. The best way back is to follow the path from where we came from.

I grabbed his arm, pulling him along with me. Now comes on the tricky part. If we were to go to the 'secret' opening to lead us outside the village, we'd have to pass a crowd of guards that occupied that region. Dare say, I could take on a couple guards singlehandedly- however this idiot was going to be a problem. I should've just left him to the wolves.

Unless he had a sword or something, I doubt he'd be of any help.

I sighed, contemplating my next move. If running away was going to be this brain-laboury, then I would've been better off at the palace poisoning men.

I turned to look at him from behind to see him handling a sword wistfully, as if he'd just found his long lost lover who'd been eaten by mountain lions. Then, he took a huge swig at the bottle of rum- wait what? When in the netherworld did he get that?

He must've felt my stare because he stopped to look at me, giving me a questioning look.

"What's that?" I said, giving him a sweet smile.

"What, this?" He pointed to his rum bottle to which I shook my head at. Then he indicated his finger towards his sword, which looked a little too heavy for him to be carrying. "This is a sword."

You don't say, I thought.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm my stirring thoughts of killing him right here and then. I was skedaddling with- not only a prince, but a halfwit dunce of a prince at that.

"Why do I feel like you're cursing me out in your head?" He slurred.

Well, now I know who I'm going to feed to mountain lions.

"Because I am. How long have you had a sword with you, you halfwit nincompoop?"

"Um, I've had it on the whole time, I suppose... what's a nincompoop?"

"You said you were unarmed." I stared, disregarding his latter question.

He scratched his neck, seeming a little flustered. "I didn't realize I had a sword with me until I accidentally dusted myself off from the back."

You idiot, ass, halfwit, dunce, dolt, imbecile, moron-

I stared at him with the ounce of calmness I had left in me. Taking a deep breath, I clarified, "So you're telling me, this whole time, you've had a sword with you. A sword which could've saved us a whole 30 minutes of running from palace guards- to which caused us to fall into a lovely ditch and ruin all my belongings. Where did you even get that rum bottle-"

"Oh I got it from-"

"Forget it. And now what remain are my wet clothes, an idiot prince, and a much bigger idiot me for taking you along with me-"