Trace led the way out of the chambers, past the guards and down the hall. Anaisa let the doctor hold the pack for a moment while she covered her hair back up with the scarf and then they moved quickly towards the stables.
The queen had given instructions on how to get to her special horses, including a shortcut through the main entrance of the palace. As the little group passed through, Trace paused. There were voices echoing down the hall ahead. Three arguing people came into view.
"I'm just not sure we should leave until we know for sure–"
"The king was determined. We cannot make waves. It is not our place."
"But the princess looked so distressed, I can't stand the thought that–"
"Ben. Stop. It's time for us to go."
Trace paused, his mind racing. He caught Anaisa's arm, and cut his eyes over to the voices, leaning down to whisper to her.
