I sat frozen in the carriage, the silence outside oppressive and heavy, minutes felt like hours. The stillness was unnerving, like the held breath before a storm. I strained my ears, but there was nothing – no shouts, no screams, no clash of steel. Just an unsettling quiet. My heart pounded in my chest as I wondered what was happening outside.Was the enemy closing in? The carriage felt like a fragile cocoon, shielding me from the unknown dangers that lurked beyond.
I peeked through the curtains, but the darkness outside seemed absolute, like a palpable entity that pressed against the glass. My breath caught in my throat as I waited, my senses on high alert. The silence was suffocating, making me feel trapped and helpless.
The sound of swords clashing pierced the silence, making my heart skip a beat. The metallic ring echoed through the night air, growing louder and more intense with each passing moment. I held my breath, my senses heightened as I strained to pinpoint the location and intensity of the fight. The clash of swords grew closer, the sounds of grunting and scuffling footsteps weaving in and out of the metallic ring. My fear spiked, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. I could tell that the enemies were many yet he was all alone.
I gripped the seat tightly, my knuckles white with tension. I was going to die on my wedding night. We were all going to die. I was panicking and could not calm my heart, suddenly the carriage felt so small that the air felt limited, I couldn't breathe, I was suffocating, The suspense was killing me.I have to help him, I thought. Without thinking I opened the door and got out.
It was so dark and weirdly quiet, what happened to the fight I heard seconds ago? I strained my eyes trying to look at my sorrounding but there were only rocks, not a single person in sight. Suddenly I saw a figure emerge from the darkness, his piercing blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. His hair was tousled, as if he'd just rolled out of bed. The man infront of me looked dangerous, like him and the darkness shared a common secret. The moon shone on him, following him with every step, as if it worshipped him. Right now he looked like the god of darkness. I was starstruck by this man, King Christopher.
"What did I tell you princess?"