Opening an eye to stare at the guard gently escorting her through the trail, Angelique knew this was her only chance to act. Thankful he was carrying her bridal style, she could sneakily look beyond his shoulder at her environment. They were two trails away from the lake since the guard was carefully walking and holding her as if she was glass. Scrunching up her nose and forming a grimace on her face, she whimpered in pain.
She was pretending, but the guard knew not of the ploy.
His grip around her slightly slackened as he began to panic.
"What is wrong, your highness?"
Frantic, he spoke.
Placing a hand against her head, she gasped.
"There is a pain in my head that will not go away."
Gently, he placed her on the ground, which she willingly complied, but she acted faint, and with
