When Faith set off, the sky was still black. During the night, a cold mist drifted over the Springwood property, obscuring the trees and stone alleys. She shivered despite wearing a cloak over her shoulders and a hood drawn up high on her head. "You have to be prepared for anything," her father had always advised.
Much to her relief, the king had stated that she would go to the capital on horseback. She was more than happy since she resented the confinement of a carriage. Being close to an animal felt more soothing.
Apparently, her uncle took the guards and the carriage to draw off any assassins. He sent her only with Andrew to protect her. As if she needed protection from that good-looking, arrogant man. She could handle anything that would come in her path.
