Once again we were heading back toward the village of my ancestors by diving deeper into the forest. We didn't speak much along the way, we took careful and silent steps so that they wouldn't follow us. The rustling of leaves and the occasional breaking of a branch were the only sounds that accompanied us.
After checking our surroundings thoroughly, we entered the tunnel in turn and continued to move forward with quick steps. The torches burning around us illuminated our way, casting flickering shadows on the walls. We just had to walk.
I was comfortable because I had changed my shoes, but since I did not have the opportunity to change my clothes, what I was wearing in this heat, in this tunnel, felt like death to me.
The prince spoke to me as if he did not like my silence;
"About what I said back there," he began hesitantly. "I apologize if I went too far. I was just trying to get us out of there."
