As usual, life does not give me the opportunity to roll with the punches. The pretty sunset coloring the black iron gates and bushes in a dusty gold also serves as a spotlight on the royal guard member standing smack dab in front of the dog hole Emma and I crawled out of to escape the palace.
The young knight does not look surprised to see us, I'd even wager a guess that he expected to see us. And if he expected to see us, then that means that his presence was my father's interference. Nonetheless, I try to play off our sudden meeting casually.
"Greetings," I say, discreetly handing my bag off to Emma. I pat down the skirt of the rough dress I have on as he answers in a curt manner.
"Your highness."
"Are you on duty today, Sir..." I ask, fishing for a name.
"Sir Remboldt." He is tall and foreboding, a man who cannot be reasoned with.
