- SIX -
Changing my plans of escape to one of sneaking around would've been spectacular if it didn't come at a risk and wasn't last minute. I groaned, stuffing myself in one of the wardrobes in a room I stumbled upon and chose to settle in. I coughed and used my hand as a mouth shield. The stained liquid on my fingers alarmed me. Blood. Why am I bleeding?
A horse neighed and although I fought the urge to ignore it, I stumbled out, wiped my nose dry and strolled to the balcony window. I looked down. Driving my carriage was Ivar with my horseman tied to the front. The horseman is alive, just unconscious.
"Jump." Ivar said, freeing a horse for me. I gulped, on a normal day, it wouldn't have been threatening but part of me doesn't want to. If anything, I need to infiltrate the royal libr
