Lady Cordelia was startled to hear the arrow go off. "Whoops! The crossbow went off accidentally," Jessamyn smiled awkwardly and stood up.
At that moment, the serene silence of the forest was broken by the distant sound of hooves pounding against the earth. The rhythm of a galloping horse grew louder, a powerful heartbeat that echoed through the trees.
Jessamyn and Cordelia turned their heads toward the source of the noise, their breath hitching in unison. The tension in the air thickened as if the entire forest held its breath along with them.
Then, a voice pierced through the night, resonating with an intensity that sent shivers down Jessamyn's spine. It was deep and abysmal, filled with worry and urgency. "Cordelia!"
The name hung in the air, carrying a weight of desperation and fear that tugged at Jessamyn's heart. She could hear the anguish in that single word, the kind of fear that could only come from someone who cared deeply.
