Chapter 65: Magical Instruments
Evanna lifted her legs from the floor and began struggling in the guard’s arms, trying to escape from their grip; there was no way she would make their job easier. If they weren’t wearing helmets, she would have headbutted them. Her eyes darted across the small hall, once again looking for any escape routes. When she found none, they landed on the prince who stood directly across from her, his arms crossed and his face looking bored.
Her eyes burned into his. Even though she kept telling herself not to fall for anything in his words, she somehow began feeling the slightest bit of comfort from his presence. She ended up looking forward to his visits, even if they were filled with questioning on a crime she committed. It was better than sitting in the cell by herself, left alone with her racing thoughts.
Evanna sighed and looked away from the menacing prince; she tried to look for a way out again. Her eyes flickered across everything until they found Arawn’s again after his baritone voice echoed through the hall.
"* Drug her. *" Arawn commanded; Evanna’s eyes widened, and she struggled again, trying to get out of their grasp. She stomped her foot on top of one of the guard’s boots, but her nose and mouth were then smothered by a cloth with an overpowering scent. She didn’t know what concoction it had been soaked in, but it made her muscles go limp and her vision beginning to blur.
The last thing she saw before the darkness of her mind consumed her was a pair of bright blue eyes.
*
Evanna stirred after smelling some incense waft up her nose. Her heavy eyelids slowly opened, and her blurred vision zoned in and cleared after staring up at the sky. Her brows drew together as she stared at the clouds that slowly drifted across the blue sky above her. Turning her head slightly, she saw the outskirts of some white trees and leaves that arched together near the top, only to reveal the sky partially.
Drawing in a breath, she turned her head and blinked rapidly when she saw a lady, a she-elf sitting down watching her. Evanna jumped up and scrambled away from her, but her movements were slow and sluggish. She looked down and realised she was on a bed fit for a king, for about six people could easily share it. Her eyes flickered across the enormous room, and Evanna knew she was placed in one of the royal bed chambers.
Her eyes landed back on the she-elf who came towards her, whose hands were raised as though she was calming a wild animal. Maybe she was with the state she was in right now.
"I mean you no harm, please," The woman said calmly. Evanna relaxed her muscles slightly, the woman didn’t seem like a threat, and even if she were, Evanna still knew how to fight. With her eyes wary, she looked at the she-elf with long brown hair and brown eyes; she had a kind and, of course, stunning face.
Evanna didn’t want to admit it but, she felt safe around her. The woman had a calming aura, making her relax that much further.