Excuse us
Evie stayed to bid the children farewell, promising that she would return next Sunday, as always. The children asked if she would bring Lord Milo as well, but since she could not answer for the prince, she simply said that she would try, but could make no promises. Luckily, they settled with that answer.
Upon walking out the door, she spotted the prince by the road, speaking with some man. A man with a foul yet knowing grin that sent a chill down her spine.
Did he recognize him? Even if he did, there was no guarantee that he meant the prince any harm. Still, it had her worry.
She took a quick look around, scouting for the prince’s personal guard but he was nowhere to be seen, probably off to get the carriage.
Fearing that the prince might get into some trouble, Evie hurried to his side and took the liberty of gently grabbing his arm. It was raining, and she could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. They really did have to get going.
“There you are Richard.” She said, kissing his cheek. “We must make haste. You know how fearful little Timmy is of thunder. He will need his big and strong father to protect him.”
Turning prince Milo into a man named Richard with a wife and child may not be enough to fool this old man, but it was worth a try. She would not let any harm come to the prince. He was the bright future of this kingdom, as proven today. His people needed him, and she couldn’t possibly know anything about this man’s intentions.
“Excuse us, kind sir.” She then added, giving the man an apologetic smile.
Upon walking out the door, she spotted the prince by the road, speaking with some man. A man with a foul yet knowing grin that sent a chill down her spine.
Did he recognize him? Even if he did, there was no guarantee that he meant the prince any harm. Still, it had her worry.
She took a quick look around, scouting for the prince’s personal guard but he was nowhere to be seen, probably off to get the carriage.
Fearing that the prince might get into some trouble, Evie hurried to his side and took the liberty of gently grabbing his arm. It was raining, and she could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. They really did have to get going.
“There you are Richard.” She said, kissing his cheek. “We must make haste. You know how fearful little Timmy is of thunder. He will need his big and strong father to protect him.”
Turning prince Milo into a man named Richard with a wife and child may not be enough to fool this old man, but it was worth a try. She would not let any harm come to the prince. He was the bright future of this kingdom, as proven today. His people needed him, and she couldn’t possibly know anything about this man’s intentions.
“Excuse us, kind sir.” She then added, giving the man an apologetic smile.
Jasper was not a particularly good rider. Unlike the royals and nobles, he had not grown up with horses. His family never would have been able to afford one. However, he had learned to ride in later years as such a thing was mandatory for a close servant of the king. He had to be able to follow on hunts and trips, and the carriages were not made for servants.
The lady appeared to be much better than him. Faster, at least. Even though she hadn’t been given a long head start, it took him some time to get close enough to catch a glimpse of her, riding onto a small path that would surely be filled with danger. All roads were, in these conditions.
“My Lady!” He called for her, trying desperately to make his voice surpass the roaring thunder. Unfortunately, it did not.
Jasper urged his horse along, onto the narrow path. The poor thing was growing anxious, he could tell. In all honestly, he was too.
“My Lady!” He tried again, closing in on her with each passing second. “Lady Andrea!”
The lady appeared to be much better than him. Faster, at least. Even though she hadn’t been given a long head start, it took him some time to get close enough to catch a glimpse of her, riding onto a small path that would surely be filled with danger. All roads were, in these conditions.
“My Lady!” He called for her, trying desperately to make his voice surpass the roaring thunder. Unfortunately, it did not.
Jasper urged his horse along, onto the narrow path. The poor thing was growing anxious, he could tell. In all honestly, he was too.
“My Lady!” He tried again, closing in on her with each passing second. “Lady Andrea!”
