Chapter 130: Onslaught Of Emotions
By the time Arawn made it back to the palace, it was nightfall. But his energy had not been depleted as he jumped off his horse at the stables rushing towards the gardens, his strides long and determined. He did not take note of anyone in his way; they soon moved after seeing his stormy face. He made it through the palace, dismissing any guards rushing to report to him. They looked panicked, but his priority was Evanna. The princess of Dunhurst.
Just thinking that made him clench his teeth together and his temple throb. He ascended the stairs and only listened to Haryk, who rambled nonsense to him. Arawn only half listened but looked at the sweating butler when he heard Evanna’s name.
"*Say that again.*" Arawn demanded as he pushed open the double doors to Evanna’s room. The doors slammed into the walls, and his gaze landed on Rina, who turned around, eyes wide, her hands covering her mouth, her face red from crying.
Arawn came to an abrupt stop as he observed the room. His heart began to pound through his ears as fear seeped into his chest. "*Where is she?*" He asked calmly, but he had a sinking feeling already that she was gone. The balcony doors were open, the sheer curtains blowing in from the wind, the moonlight shining in revealing the leaves flung across the ground.
Arawn marched towards the balcony after silence followed his question, almost swallowing him up with the lingering question in the air. He slowed his pace when he felt the lingering magic of Evanna’s gift. He stopped at the balcony’s edge and curled his hands around two thick vines dangling down the terrace, and they were of the princess’s own creation.
"*Your highness, Lady Evanna.. she..*"
"*When did she escape?*" He asked, cutting off Rina. His voice was laced with ice, sharp enough to pierce anyone who dared to utter a word that would annoy him.
He turned around and faced Rina and Haryk, who could not meet his eyes. Their hands fumbled together in front of them. Arawn’s eyes landed on a letter in Rina’s hands. His own clenched together as his surroundings started to form ice among the ground and dark mist forming behind him. He waited patiently, forcing himself to stay in control of his powers.
"*Possibly a few hours ago. Cedric and Anwel are in search of her with a few other warriors,*" Rina replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She swallowed hard and raised her hand, holding the letter. "*This letter is addressed to you, Sire.*"