The sound of a running fox could be heard from the other corner.
It was a silver fox that is famous for its fur.
"It would look good on you." Garrison whispered with his eyes sparkling when he pulled the reins and followed the fox leaving his knights behind.
She swallowed. Her words dying in her mouth as she followed them.
"Your grace, it would be better if you look from a distance." They warned only to scoff at them.
"I am not a weak person, sir Liam. And are you not protecting me from the sidelines?" She increased the speed of her horse too.
Though feeling bad for Liam, she wanted to take out her frustration before she made a wrong decision.
The fox was running away from the hounds chasing it ferociously and seemed very desperate. The only thing the fox could do at the crossroads of life and death was to run away from the hounds without stopping.
