Sir Finn's pace is hurried as he weaves through the backstreets he knew like the back of his hand. A discreet carriage that was out of place among the fancy carriages riding around East Bend is hidden in one of these backstreets behind the illustrious stores and salons.
"Slow down!" I whine, my little legs unable to keep up with his long gait. He's changed too over the past two years, losing the playful cunningness in lieu of a sharp presence that promised retribution. Sir Finn looks older, tanner, and wiser, something anyone could benefit from.
"Why do you keep running out of the palace? You'll get killed by those foolish actions, your highness," Finn bit out angrily.
"How'd you find me?" I ask in response, nearly stumbling off the step into the carriage. Finn catches me gently before running a hand through his platinum hair in frustration.
"That doesn't matter. You're needed at the Sunset Palace and if you're not there is half an hour, the empress will be suspicious."
