Chapter 131: Escape 2.0
Earlier that evening in the Flori palace, Evanna paced in her room. In the afternoon, she called out to Nesrin in her mind while holding the flower, but she was yet to respond or show up. Evanna was not sure if it worked or not, and this was probably her best shot at escaping. She confirmed with Cedric that the prince had left the palace and might not be back until late that evening or the early hours of the following morning.
Even without the fairy’s help, Evanna was going to escape. Now with her own powers at a suitable level, she could use them to aid her. When Arawn left her, the princess practised her gift in ways he had not taught her. It came to her naturally, and though Arawn helped her, he did not have her gift and could only understand to a point.
Evanna stopped by her bed again and looked at her bag; the only thing she was missing was her swords and blades. Maybe while she waited to hear from Nesrin, she could search for them. The last she saw of them, they were in the tower she was first brought to in the palace. But they couldn’t possibly be in the same place, it had been over a month, and if they were taking precautions, they would move them somewhere safe. It wasn’t like she couldn’t steal someone else’s sword, but they were her mothers and now hers.
Evanna nodded her head and pushed her bag under the bed. She had already sent Rina away for the evening; the poor handmaiden dressed her in a nightgown only for her to get changed into the attire she first arrived in. The princess pulled her mask up, covering her nose and her hood over her head as she walked through the patio doors and started to climb the trellis. She tried to be mindful of the flowers, but time was of the essence, and she soon leapt over and landed on the prince’s balcony.
Her footsteps were as silent as a cat approaching his balcony doors. Even though she knew Arawn was yet to return, she still kept a sharp eye and picked up on the most minuscule of sounds. She crept through to the prince’s chambers and began searching for her weapons. This could be the last place he would leave them, but she had a feeling he kept them close. She remembered him admiring her blades when she was behind bars, and so if they weren’t in his bed chambers, then in his many other rooms.
However, Evanna did not have all night to search those rooms. With that in mind, she searched through the prince’s closet, walking up and down the aisles of his luxurious clothes. With a sigh, she returned to the bedroom, and like basic instinct, she lowered herself down to check under the bed. Such a simple hiding place, but one she would not avoid checking, but as she suspected, her weapons were not there.
She jumped back up and strolled towards the living room space, her hand gliding against the back of the sofa as her gaze followed the walls. It was strange that she had been in Arawn’s chambers quite a lot but did not pay too much attention to little details. She was always very aware of the ’wolf’ in the room more than anything else.
Evanna walked towards the fireplace, crossing her arms against her chest as she scrutinised it, tilting her head to the side. The tools set on the side to manage the fire was in pristine condition, yet they had used the fireplace on various occasions. Once she went to use the golden poker but as soon as her hand wrapped around the handle, Arawn’s large hand was on hers, stopping her. At the time, she thought it strange until he told her to relax, and he would attend the fire.
She didn’t know why she was so fixated on it now, but thinking back on it, she remembered him using a different poker. The princess believed it was because the golden tools were for show, but now, she realised how silly that was. Arawn could easily replace the tools. Evanna crouched down and wrapped her hand around the poker in the middle of the stands. She tried to pull it out, but it did not budge; she frowned and tried again. Maybe it was just for show?