No words were exchanged between us throughout the ride. There were no more assassination attempts, which I'm grateful for. Having seen enough blood today, I have no desire to see more, lest I die.
The ride wasn't bumpy, since they slowed down for me. Through the night, they journeyed, while I slept, with Storm wide awake.
He was awake when I slept and when I woke up, making me wonder if he had even taken a wink.
"Why are you staring at me?" He snapped when he noticed my attention on him.
I scowled at him but didn't say a word. Instead, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. However, it didn't last for long. The next thing I heard was the shout from Phil.
"His royal highness, Prince Storm Ashton of Thalma has arrived!" His voice rang out.
I hastily rose from the blanket, and rushed to the window, to peer out, gasping at the beautiful sight in front of me.
Goddess, have mercy.
