After about ten minutes of walking, Joseph starts to untie my ropes. He doesn’t take them off all the way, but just enough for me to be able to move my wrists. Neither, Justin or my Dad seem to notice.
We stop a few times for the troops to relieve themselves and to get some drinks. At the last stop, it was decided that only Zarius' carriage could be on the road. The rest of us were split up on either side and in the woods. Dad and Justin are on the left, leaving
We walk in silence behind the troops. Every now and then, he gently rubs his hand down my arm for comfort. The gentle touch of his hands are warm and comforting. This helps me to relax and to start to trust Joseph a little more. But when his rubs become faster and a little rougher, my anxiety picks up. It doesn’t last too long because I hear a whistle call. Two tweets followed by three tweets. As soon as the final tweet sounds, Joseph tugs on my arms and pu
We travel to the fight. As we get closer, I hear the grunts of pain and exertion along with the clang of metal. Joseph has a hold of my hand and literally drags me along. I’m too weak to move. I fall just as we reach the outskirts of the fighting. I look towards Joseph and shake my head. He needs to find my Dad and I can’t move anymore.
Zarius and Robert are also not on the field. I can see them though. They are standing on the opposite side of the battle with smug looks on their faces.I want to grab his dagger and end both of their lives. I glance around at the battle one more time. Nothing is different, so I climb carefully out of the tree. I look to make sure that I’m not seen. When I find it safe, I crawl on my belly towards the soldiers and the guards lying close to me
I feel Joseph tug on my arm, but I don’t want to let go of my Dad. I don't care if I lived or died. My current self is horrified and I feel like my heart is going to explode with grief. I try to wake myself up again, but I still feel as if I’m being pinned under a heavy truck.
"Please, don’t leave. I'm real sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Winnie has been my horse since I was seven. I know that is not an excuse, but it is just one more problem. I have to kill her. I don't have any way to help her, where we are going, and she will just slowly die."I crawl over to Winnie and slowly soothe her. I see Joseph walk slowly towards her with his sword drawn. I don’t want her to see me crying, so I lay my head down on her cheek. I can feel her labored breathing, due to the pain, and I try to keep the tears from falling.Joseph is quick and smooth. I d
I don't know how long we had been in the cave before what my next memory shows me. It continues like I’m watching a movie and all my cuts and bruises are healed. I wake up to see Joseph getting Georgie ready for a ride. I grab a piece of eucalyptus paper, a quill, and some ink. My current self is confused.How did we receive these objects? I don't get much time to figure it out because the scene continues to play. Joseph grabs it out of my hands to read it at the same time that my current self has read it. I ask him where he’s going.Joseph smiles at me softly, noticing the panic in my eyes, and walks to put my face in his hand. I sigh and allow my cheek to rest on his palm."I am going to meet with Ada
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, Joseph is sitting beside me. He’s sweating but wearing a big smile on his face. I sit up and look around. There were bags of stuff lying around everywhere and, standing beside Georgie, is another horse.At first, I’m confused about the horse and I look around to see if we have a guest. I don't see anyone and I look at Joseph to help with my confusion. He notices the confused look on my face and chuckles.
Joseph cooks breakfast for both of us. I clean the dishes, afterwords, and take note that we need more water. Joseph sneaks up behind me and grabbing me around the waist."Are you ready for your surprise?"I turn and smile. I can’t believe that I’m getting married and to a Prince at that. I know that he won't take the throne but it feels sort of like being in my own personal fairy tale."Grab some clothes. We are going to the pond first. I'll grab the horses."We