Chapter 13
"Get down princess," Cyrus gripped his sword, feeling something was wrong. He sensed other people approaching them in the distance but when he peeked outside, the Blackwell guards were calm and there was no one else in sight.
"What’s happening?" Amelia slid off her seat going to the floor of the carriage. She knew Cyrus wouldn’t joke around when it came to danger.
"Someone is surrounding us. You there," he called to a guard riding a horse beside the carriage. "You must tell them to turn around before it’s too late. I picked up on someone approaching us."
"Sit still northerner," the guard rolled his eyes dismissing Cyrus’s claims. He was in on the king’s plan to use the carriage as a trap to lure out Killian Bune. It was bad enough that the northerner was being pulled in the carriage but now he was trying to give him orders.
"It is an order from the princess to turn this carriage around at the sight of danger!" Cyrus yelled, frustrated the man was letting where they came from affect the fact that there was danger around them.
Knowing his one task was to protect Amelia, Cyrus turned to her and said," They are not listening. We are going to die-"
"Whoever you are on the outside you better turn this carriage around before I come out there strangle you my damn self, you idiot. Turn it around!" Amelia stood up to look out the window to yell at the man some more but Cyrus pushed her back down to the floor. "Sorry, I lost my composure there. That wasn’t lady-like."
"Princess, please sit back down in your seat. The northerner has no idea what he is talking about and we will keep you safe."
"Get us a horse to get out of here Cyrus," Ordered Amelia. What was the point of trying to convince the man when his dislike for Cyrus refrained him from listening? She didn’t know what danger Cyrus picked up on but she didn’t wish to spend any more time waiting to find out.
Cyrus kept his hand on his sword, opening the door to take the horse from the man who wasn’t listening to them.
"Princess-ugh," the guard on the horse groaned, falling off the horse after being struck in the head.
Since Cyrus had opened the door to get out, Amelia could see the guard’s mouth wide open with a spear going right through it. She felt the urge to scream but refrained from doing so. This was no time to be screaming and acting a fool. This was life or death.