It had been almost two years since Princess Harriet left the castle to adopt her new identity as Miss Edda, the young magician. She hadn't expected anyone to really care, and for those two years, no one really did.
Nothing lasts forever though.
An R...
There wasn't any point in hiding, not like there was anywhere to hide with the road surrounded mostly by large fields of wheat, they had already been spotted judging by the pointing gestures some of the men were making towards Edda and Arthur.
It wasn't like they could act like they hadn't seen them either, as much as Edda wished she could do that, but both of them knew that the other was aware of the others presence. Making a run for it was probably not going to work unless they both suddenly gained the ability to run faster than a horse, which she sincerely doubted was possible at the moment. Leaving her with the option to wait and see what would happen when Simon finally caught up to them.
"Stay behind me Miss Edda," Arthur said as he walked in front of her, facing the nearing horses, with his hand hovering around the grip of his sword. "I don't think we can get trough this one by just being polite."
Edda scoffed a bit. As if that had ever been her plan, she had just resisted the urge to sock Simon the first time she had met him. Not out of politeness, but because a fight in a populated environment will bring attention, attention she didn't want. Lucky for her, the road was far from crowded.
Simon and his men grew closer, only about a hundred meters away.
Her hand gripped the pommel of her dagger. It had been a while since she'd had to use it for its intended purpose.
Simon was looking straight at them.
Edda tensed up.
And then Simon and his men galloped past her and Arthur, making clouds of dust hit them in the face. Arthur, being closer to the ground, got the worst of it, still coughing as Edda was able to turn to look over at Simon, but not without giving some smacks against Arthur's back in an attempt to help. Did smacking someone's back actually help with coughing? She wasn't really sure.
Anyway, as Edda turned to look over at Simon, for a hot second assuming she had misjudged the situation, she saw him and his men turn on their horses and creating a barricade with them. With his head held arrogantly high and the large feather on his hat fluttering in the wind, Lord Simon stepped of his horse and started approaching them on foot.
"End of the line dwarf, I have gotten some intel that the princess will soon be in Endeslättaren and I have no intention of letting you get there." He said, glaring condescendingly down at Arthur. He was ignoring Edda just like back in the inn, giving all his focus to Arthur.
Edda was torn between the confused panic over what he had said about his intel, and angry frustration over what the assholes deal was with Arthur. Seriously, why was he wasting time stopping the two of them, or well Arthur, when he could easily get to Endeslättaren way faster than them on horseback anyway.
"The princess!?" Arthur once again stepped in front of her to shoot a glare at Simon. "If she's really there then you can't stop me from finding her!"
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