~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Sahara stood up as she leads the way out. Lothor, remained silent as he can slowly move his injured foot with ease.
But, Belor waited for the young man to follow her before speaking again. He said, "Keep an eye on her. Distract her if its needed, young man."
"Aye!" Billy quickly answered.
"Go! Follow her lead, now!"
The young man bowed his head and vanished instantly out of their sight.
Without asking what's happening.
Without confiding the things that are bothering him.
"What did her majesty told you?"
Putting another driftwood into the fading, cold fire as he started a significant conversation.
Elizabeth stooped closer to him and looked at Billy who was walking after Sahara. She said, "Her majesty told me that she will be going back to the young's man before the dark. Ho–how–e–ever, both of them failed to keep their words and no one came back before the sun sets."
