“Run before they catch you!” He shouts as footsteps march closer to the gates.
“How about you?” she asks.
“I’ll be fine… I’ll meet you at the city tower…”
11 o’clock in the evening she waits and he does not come. An hour has passed and a little boy approaches.
“The man from the castle asked me to give this to you”, as he hands a parchment tied in yellow lace.
She unrolls and reads,
‘My dear Hestia, forgive me I cannot appear before you tonight. The King has appointed me Governor of the Western State. We leave immediately at midnight.’
“What way are they taking?” she quickly asks the lad.
“Near the river, the road passing through the tunneled rocks”
“Thank you”, she says, hops on to her horse, and gallops to the forest.
She ties the horse to a tree and runs toward the voices of rolling caravans.
“Alright men, we camp here tonight. We leave at sunrise.” The General shouts as the soldiers set their tents.
She scouts for a familiar face and overhears a heated argument.
“What? You expect me to stay in that area for three years?”