"I don't need a cowardly man to accompany me on my journey," Helena said, bringing the sharp tip of her sword closer to Peter's neck. A small drop of blood trickled from the scorched skin. "Go before I throw you into the wilderness and make you prey for the dragons."
Helena had sat atop her majestic white steed, Pegasus, exuding an air of regal elegance. Her attire, adorned with intricate golden embroidery, billowed in the wind, accentuating her strong yet graceful presence. The golden threads caught the sunlight, casting a radiant glow around her. The hilt of her gleaming sword, decorated with ornate carvings, remained firmly gripped in her hand.
"Don't hesitate or pretend to be concerned. I'm not foolish enough to risk my life and venture into the forest," Helena reiterated. "Having Pegasus by my side is more than enough."
