King Neill had never imagined he would fear a muddy road.
Once, when he gave orders, armies had marched, entire cities had celebrated his arrival, nobles had bowed and merchants had competed for his attention. Something only royalty will ever get.
Now he was afraid of the road, afraid of the people walking beside him, afraid of every passing glance, and worse, afraid of being recognized.
The irony of his situation wasn't lost on him.
Two days had passed since they abandoned the village. The wanted notices had become impossible to ignore
They were everywhere; towns, markets, roadside checkpoints. Their faces stared back at them from wooden boards and tavern walls.
The rewards had only increased.
The Dark Elf kingdom clearly wanted results. Which meant the former king and his family could no longer remain in one place.
So they walked, something they would never have done. The former queen no longer complained. The princess no longer spoke much.
