August 13, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Her guard dragged her to an even deeper part of the forest and flung her onto a horse and mounted behind her. They seriously had no care for her poor abdomen. The saddle dug in painfully. Three other heavily armed men rode behind them dimming her hopes of escape. She decide to at least use her good sense of direction again to try and determine their destination.
She noticed after a while that they were riding west ward and that the once muddy forest floors became rocky and uneven. At some point, of even started to slope upwards.
The sun was high in the sky and beat down harshly on her lightly covered back and it seemed they were still yet to reach their destination. It was only then she knew that her father's camp was just temporary and her worry lessened a bit.
