Chapter 16
"Woo," Amelia tried to stabilize the wild horse when she came across a pile of dead bodies belonging to more guards from the Blackwell castle. Seeing their dead bodies made her more upset her father had sent her to be live bait to trap the northerners.
"Why did he send so few men? He’s cockier than I thought," Amelia scoffed, not seeing how her father thought this would turn out to be in his favor. It didn’t take long for Killian’s men to get rid of the trap her father laid out. "They set me up to become bait for this. Even worse, King Killian would have to go through that village to get here. Those villagers could be hurt."
"Ugh," Cyrus groaned since the ride on the horse was not a smooth one. Amelia had never ridden on a horse like this so she wasn’t able to manage it well.
After a long ride away from where they were attacked Cyrus said, "We’re far enough, princess. Stop so that I can take the lead. You’ll lose control of the horse soon and we won’t make it back to the castle fast enough."
Amelia stopped the horse looking back to see if there was anyone around. When she saw no one, she slid off the horse. Blackwell guards out on patrol passed by her confused by the sight but she waved them off. "None of you bother me."
"Princess, what are you doing? Get them to help you," Cyrus breathed out.
"I just need a minute," she covered her face with one hand as her body started to shake from fear. The situation now weighed her body down as the dead bodies flashed in her mind. "They’re all dead. They have people at home waiting for them. He didn’t plan this properly."
Cyrus heard the faint sound of sniffles coming from Amelia. He looked away giving her some privacy as one thing he noticed was her dislike for letting people see her cry. What could he tell her at this moment to comfort her?
It’s going to be okay?