As expected by me the servant's entrance and exit was the least guarded way out of the palace and only three to four guards were protecting it which did not even bother to check our appearance. So, getting out of the castle was fairly easy.
Now the hardest part was finding Tristan's aunt and telling her what had happened and the reason why as well.
"We are almost there." Merilyn held onto my hand tightly and we made our way to the cold and silent winds of the market which was lovely and bright during the day. It somehow frightened me.
"It's that one." She pointed to the house as we stood at the beginning of the lane.
"Should we go?" I whispered as I realized that I was at blame here and whatever I did was never going to help me in gaining forgiveness of the man that lay bloody, bruised, and injured in a cold prison cell.
