Chapter 316: Imposter King (3)
Leaning closer until his lips brushed along Evanna’s ear, Scarecrow took so much pleasure in her discomfort. "But to suffer by my side... Your husband dead, the kingdoms, not only Direwood, falling to my hands... Hmmmm... Now, that would be delicious. Don’t you think?"
Evanna shivered at his grotesque words. "That will never happen," she whispered, her voice barely above the sound of the wind flourishing around them. If Arawn was dead, she would know. Evanna was certain the sacred vows would alert her to his demise. Even without the bond, she would know because how could she not?
Focus, Evanna. This is what he wants. To unnerve you. Focus on what needs to be done.
Scarecrow smirked, enjoying her naivety. "I’ve spent a great deal sealed away in the forest... Planning for this very day... Do not underestimate me, my bride."
Evanna’s lips twisted before she glared right back at the man who looked so similar to Arawn. "And do not underestimate me, you ugly monster." A dagger jabbed into his stomach, causing the creature to blink back in surprise and look down at the wound.
Scarecrow didn’t look as though he was in pain and was more shocked. Evanna didn’t wait for his mind to catch up; she twisted the dagger before ripping it up his midsection, getting the blade caught at the bottom of his sternum. She needed her swords, but the guards would have been on her within seconds, and the opportunity she’d found herself in would have gone to dust.
"Your Majesty!"
Scarecrow grinned, his hand tightening around her throat. "Trying to asssss...assinate the King, eh?" A forked tongue slipped out by accident.
The guards that had rushed to their King’s aid stopped upon seeing the strangeness of his tongue. Was the Princess correct?