Chapter Three Hundred-Forty-One – Irritated
The three; Princess Laurel, Quincy and Zeldris stood outside the barrier, eating fish from a stick. Quincy taught them how to prepare it with fire and salt.
He must've really come from a tribe which lived like hermits. Laurel guessed that must be why clothes were only a formality to him.
She watched as he and Zeldris bonded over travelling and being fugitives many times.
Laurel didn't know that before her knight became a slave to the elders, he lived like a fugitive while escaping the Lycans that killed the entourage.
She had to swallow down the questions she had for Quincy when Zeldris seemed to open up to him quite easily, it'd be good for him to have someone like that.
The barrier began pulsating and they faced it. Quincy already heard how powerful the witch that initiated the barrier was so he hid behind Zeldris instinctively.
