EMMA'S POV
“Do you know where you're going, Emma?"
“Of course I do, your highness. " I said pushing the branch of a tree away from my path. “Hurry and gently” We were moving into the deeper parts of the forest. It was getting very dark with the silver light of the moon to guide our way. I withdrew my sword to cut off branches in our way.
“Why do you have a sword?"
“For protection. It's not safe to travel without any form of protection." “Why did you stop?" I turned back to look at Maya. She had tiny cuts on her face from where a few branches had hit her. Her hair was wild with twigs sticking out and the sleeve of her dress was torn. What truly bothered me was the suspicion and wariness in her eyes.
“You're bleeding, your highness. Let me…” I reached for her to check the wound on her
