Ilona had to blink as the raindrops pelted her face and eyes. She reached up with one leather-gloved hand and pulled the hood of Ian's cloak a bit lower. Much lower though, and she wouldn't be able to see what was in front of her. It was already a struggle since it was night, and the storm clouds had blocked out all light from the moon.
The Prince was leading the way. He would know his way around the city better than she would. It was his home, after all.
For now, torches and lanterns cast some light. Ilona didn't know what they would do once they were out of the city on the road to the ocean.
The sound of their horses' hooves on the cobblestones echoed in the air, sounding startlingly loud in contrast to the near-silent city streets. The only other sounds anyone would be able to hear were the rumbling thunder and crashing rain.
