The following morning, Evanna woke up to the sound of feet shuffling or more like rumbling. Her brows drew together, and she stopped herself from groaning as she fluttered her eyes open, her hand once again reached for her blades. As she sat upright, swords in her hands, she blinked in shock.
Axel was returning from somewhere, and he looked as 'fit as a horse!' Evanna jumped up and jogged towards him, flinging her arms around his waist. She would put them over his shoulders, but he was far too tall for her to reach them.
Axel chuckled after taking a careful step back from the force of her hug. He patted her on the head.
"Easy now, lass. You're starting to pick bad habits up," He chuckled once again. Evanna looked up at him, questioning, "If the king saw you now, I think I'd lose my head."
Evanna pouted before stepping back, "Well, I think he would let me have that one. I thought you were going to die on me!"
