"Hurry up, we need to get going, princess," Landon whispered to me under the mask of a dark midnight sky, my gaze burdened with the throws of sleep and weary, breath shallow from the sudden hike into the cold unforgiving forest.
My gaze would often linger, turning to the castle to which I had long abandoned, as we made our way, from the broken kingdom, my former home.
"Where're we going?" I pondered, looking towards my guide.
"Far away from here..." He muttered, his voice low almost as if he was grieving.
"Why? What had become of my father?" I pleaded to know, looking up to him expecting an answer of some sort, only to hear his unsatisfactory reply.
"I don't know..." He murmured.
"What about Meraline?" I pondered, hoping to at least receive some good news from the mouth of the horse.
