Stalk’s words held no weight to Mikhail. He concluded I was not safe in this castle so I had to go back to the king’s castle. He wore a tight scowl throughout the day once he announced he could no longer keep me.
I wish I could pretend the severity of being let go of did not rattle me to my core. If someone like Mikhail did not think he stood a chance against the forces pursuing me, then I should report myself to the nearest magical hideout without further ado.
Soon, things would turn to a game of cat and mouse. I did not think I had it in me to play. One day those that wanted me would get me because they did not rest, did not relent, and they scared Mikhail.
He did not owe me his protection as he was not my king but it made me feel better, knowing that a man like himself stood between
