Between the dense bushes, a figure hid for safety. A platoon of knights hunted her. A dagger she inherited from her mother was the only weapon she could pull out to save her life.
"Milady..."
She was about to slit that person's throat.
Luckily, she recognized him before she inflicted any harm. This person remained. She could not forgive herself even if he ran away because of her negligence.
"You startled me. How was it?"
"Positive. Let's go. The longer we idle, the higher the possibility of tracking us."
The warmth of his smile comforted her. For a second, she forgot the life-threatening situation haunting her.
"Thanks," she said as she reached for his hand.
They ran as fast as they could. And it was alright for this woman. She would run even if blisters formed on her feet. It was
