Chapter 60: From Princess To Prisoner
The moon cast a light through the barred window revealing a dark and dank cell to the prisoner within. Evanna leaned her head against the wall, one arm resting on her bent knees, the other gripping onto her necklace like it was her lifeline. Her eyes were closed as she tried to stay calm about her situation.
But the princess was consumed with the racing thoughts in her mind about her friends. Did they manage to lose the elves? Axel had been shot; was he okay? Was Cilv okay? Evanna had not seen her since she threw her knives back at her. Were all of them okay? Was Ger angry with her? And was the gem safe?
On and on the list went with the worries forming a knot in her gut. If she was not leaning against the cool wall, she was sure her churning stomach would lead to her being sick. Out of all the scenarios she predicted the night before, this never came to her mind.
Death, it seemed, was more of a welcome than being a prisoner to the Flori. Evanna was facing the reality that she would be tortured for the part she played in stealing from them. Stealing a gem, most believed to be a myth.
Yet, no matter how much they would torture her, she would not give them the information they needed. Her mother’s life was relying on her and her friends to deliver it to her. Unfortunately, there was one issue.
Evanna had the scroll with all the information about the gem, including how to activate it to heal. She closed her eyes, pained by that realisation; she could only hope that her mother had read it beforehand.
Her thoughts then turned to who the white-haired elf was with the minutes ticking away.
Arawn.
Prince Arawn of Direwood Forest, the Florian prince, most commonly known as the cold-hearted prince, son to a cold-hearted ruler. Now that Evanna had been left on her own to do nothing but sit and think, she remembered the conversation the servants had in his bed chambers. But what she couldn’t understand was why the woodland prince was in Kuramji the first time she met him. It was against the accords...
Hours had gone by without a peep from anyone; Evanna knew it had been hours because the small lighting provided by the moon slanted from its position in the sky. She only wished her watch was allowed to stay on her, but maybe it was a good thing she did not have it; she could quite possibly go mad. Evanna pulled her cloak closer towards her, sheltering her from the draft that swept through the window and the hallway that led to her cell.
Evanna couldn’t help but find her mind wandering, jumping to and from scenes over the past weeks since she left the palace. Had it only been weeks? It felt as though a year had gone by; her companions became her family, the open road her home. Evanna shook her head, she was a princess, and if she had not been captured, then her home would once again be her palace or most likely her future husband’s home.