Chapter 315: Imposter King (2)
There was no way she was returning to the dungeons. It was right where Scarecrow wanted her, stuck in the clutches of his claws. It would be the end of her.
Evanna spun around, her mind racing as her legs sprinted forward until she abruptly stopped. Axel and Ronan, the blasted fools, didn’t heed her orders and jumped out of the bushes. Without wasting time, Evanna continued, knowing well they would follow her. The princess didn’t look over her shoulder when the doors burst open, the sound of armour clinked, and the loud thuds of footsteps chased after them.
"Go to my mother," Evanna began as they turned a corner and dove down a different corridor, one the servants used and was well hidden from view. Calming her racing heart, Evanna continued in a hushed whisper, "Tell her Scarecrow, the leader of the faceless creatures, is here. He has taken over Thalinal..."
At their confused expressions, Evanna added. "The King is dead."
"What?!" Ronan exclaimed, then glanced at the corridor that remained clear and silent. They could only hear the echoes of the guards’ footsteps from the other corridor. The vibrations only made their hearts thump wilder with unease. "The King is de-"
"On it," Axel interrupted, his expression fierce. "What about you? We can’t leave you alone unguarded."
Evanna started to walk away. "I’ll be fine. It’s more important that Loraven understands the King’s odd behaviour. There could be other faceless among us, too. I don’t know... And if I fail in anything tonight, I know my mother will know what to do."
Axel reached for her arm, making the princess pause. "You cannot fail." His voice was gruff as he searched her expression. It was unlike Evanna to speak of failure. After all that they’d been through, Axel never expected her to talk in such a way.
However, Evanna was logical and strategic. She was most likely summarising what might happen without any real thought about herself. From what Axel knew about Princess Loraven, she was just as wild and intelligent as her daughter. Obviously, that was where Evanna got it from, he mused. "Okay," he nodded, releasing her arm as some guards charged down the corridor.