Chapter 23: Cold Baths
Evanna walked back up the stairs to her room with the newly replaced water in the jug. Opening the door, she found Cilv sprawled out on the bed lazily, stretching like a cat.
"What happened to you?" She smirked at Evanna’s dishevelled appearance.
Ignoring her question, she walked towards the side table where she last left her glass. Grabbing the drink of water, she gulped it down thirstily; the bath and the little brawl she just had left her mouth extremely dry. However, instead of feeling better from rehydrating, she only felt pain shooting down her throat. Her hand shot out and lightly grabbed her throat, causing her to make a slight hissing sound.
Her mind then started to catch up with her. Images flashed across her eyes as she realised that she would have been in a far worse state if the elf had not intervened. She shuddered at the thought of almost being raped.
Telling the innkeeper about something that almost happened would have only brought shame to her, and she knew that he would not have believed her. There were three men, two of them huge, lying on the floor, three against one, the one being a woman, who would believe a woman able to defeat them.
Her anger began to flare at the thought of the three worthless scum in the inn below, getting away with trying to assault her.
HER! Princess Evanna Goodrich.
She scoffed at herself; her title meant nothing. They tried to assault a lady because they knew they could get away with it. They were to roam freely and possibly do the same thing again to another person.
It didn’t matter if she did steal from them or not!
Her body started to shake from the turmoil within, her free hand clenched tightly. She knew, though, that if they were in any other place, the elf would have taken their lives. And she would have relished in it.
"Evanna..." Cilv’s voice floated across her ears, bringing her back to the present from her jumbled thoughts. She jumped at how close Cilv was to her.